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Tie me down you mean old bag Wrench the ropes down leave no sag Crack the whip across my back I love your hot and nasty attack Oh bondage I'm uptight
Revolution of the past is only spiritual at last the power to fight self evident becomes weaker the will to stand up for your conviction has fade away
Die Gewalt in meinem Kopf bricht mir den Verstand Kann dem GefA¬hl nicht standhalten das mich A¬bermannt Will verbrennen zerstA¦ren niederreiA?en Was
I've given up everything 'til it seems so fucking wrong I've always been tied to you, now the bond is fucking gone You're just a victim of your own decisions
Frank zappa (lead guitar, vocals) George duke (keyboards, synthesizer, vocals) Tom fowler (bass) Ruth underwood (percussion) Jeff simmons (rhythm guitar
Land of solitude A place of horror and dark and cruel There's no need to seek the truth Opinions are provided for you Innocence of youth Full of visionary
There's a jock living in my head The fault is you - I'm embarressed left for dead Feel like a heeler, I lie down put in chains I was to start but you
Happy birthday, you broken child Of the barbed ribs and the poison heart I would show you the view of life from the floor But the knees are as far as
Thundering cannon fire is roaring through the air Fighting courageous, driven by despair Deadly muzzle flash robs them of their pride Grapnels claw the
You've been a fool never treated right Your life is done, but you did not realize it at all Now you're hiding all the things you've been going through
What is beauty ? To me To you What is lonliness ? A caress ? A test ? For who ? The mind is freakin'... Peakin'... For someone... My color's leakin' My
God promised to lead His children out of bondage He said He'd free them from Pharaoh's evil hand He said He'd guide and protect them on their journey
"De Esclavitud Y De Cadenas" Queriendote como ya no se estila, Sin una gota de decencia... Me casare contigo todas las veces Siempre que sea estrictamente
Revolution of the past is only spiritual at last the power to figth self, evident become weaker the will to stand up for your conviction has fade away
Do somethin', keep things apart There's one thing, hidin' in your heart Wanting freedom, keen for control No one helps you, do as you're told Life in