this wandering gets you down Nobody gives you a chance or a dollar in this old town Hovering silence from you is a giveaway Squalor and smoke?s not your style I don't like
on) (welcome to paradise) so much i don't follow (there's a coup coming on) (welcome to paradise) i'm not looking for trouble (there's a coup coming on) (welcome to paradise
it out Hold you in my arms rocking side to side Loving you only, the perfect bride Stars in the heavens parade synchronized I see something in your eyes So if you like
I wish I had an angel To tell me what I should do With all these troubles Stuck on me like superglue Angel, my spirit's so tired Oh, my spirit's so tired
always on my way now So I send my friends, gifts from where I've been Something for the hand, they're never there to lend Better keep those eyes, climbing paradise
There was a love So perfect and great So close to heaven It was like paradise There were no lies No trouble no hate Burning she left me Without a warning
nature, burning up your sheet You know, I wore mistakes so I'd feel alive Unlearn perfection a number of times Just wood un-refurbished sounds more like paradise
I was a troubled soul I had a worried mind Drifting from place to place I was the restless kind Right there in front of me Bright as the light of day
I was a troubled soul I had a worried mind Drifting from place to place I was the restless kind Right there in front to me Bright as the light of day
love to know that paradise Has got trouble The only trouble we ever had Is you bein' involved You gettin' involved where you don't belong When my faith started to waver it was like
, I'm oiling up my dance maching And it goes like this And it goes like this And it goes like this And it goes like this And it goes like this Gotta
it doesn't have to be like this, All the rancour and bitterness. If we can just open our eyes We can make this world a paradise. Someday. We'll live
You like coffee and you like tea Much more than you like me And everybody says watch out, yeah For the sour milk-cow blues You like your coffee just
me For the stunt like you pulled today They took the copper right out of the penny, Lou They got the pig locked up in the pen But you're in big trouble
wanted Setting it up for the biggest falling How you gonna learn, learn to fake it? Having trouble with the dirty make-up Never gonna learn what you're running from Acting like
It was Saturday night at The Paradise Knife and Gun Club If you was looking for some trouble You could find it, I guarantee Yeah, on Saturday night at The Paradise
Buck 65-Square 3 [intro] music to be murdered by it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it our record requires only the simplist of