The boy's got a head like an atom bomb Hang him from a cross like a number one son And he?s been waiting so long To get it on The boy?s 15 but he?s 16
Man lives in a sun lit world of what he believes to be reality But there is unseen by most, an underworld That is just as real but not as brightly lit
coming true You can shoot the stars it's up to you American panorama Living in a TV drama Turn it off and make the dream come true Oh oh American panorama
Meeting you, with a view to a kill Face to face in secret places, feel the chill Night fall covers me, but you know the plans I'm making Still oversea
him behind What kind of man does the assembled puzzle read? With soul spread open wide I calmly contemplate my destiny Death panorama Death panorama
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Don't turn your back on me Or read in between my words I'm trying to drag this out Taking the scenic route I know we could get there much faster if we
Yeah Taking you from the bed, to the walls, to the floor Sexing you, sexing me, freaky freak, behind closed doors Nobody, nobody has to know It's personal
Verse 1: Birds are cattle of the sky They graze on heaven?s lawn A mile high They have their heads in the clouds Why bother bringing them down? Why oh
They checked into the hospital New Year's Eve Nothing to be done about that Rainbows, daffodils; she's not naive Symbolism's all crap There's a big picture
What am I doing here In such a lonely place? Birds fly below I'm high up in my cage Wide awake again Or am I dreaming? Trains passing by World spinning
true You can shoot the stars it's up to you American panorama Living in a TV drama Turn it off and make the dream come true Oh oh American panorama
I got a bird's eye view Hip hop, there's so many things you can say about it, you feel me? Like, on the real like, hip hop is just, beautiful Hip hop
krajas viena liela gabala. Kompjuteri sitas vecas zinas saglaba. Tevi ieksa vienmer veca informacija, Ka dzivo laudis Vacija, Un vai tur vispar laudis ir. Rama, rama panorama
clockwork mind A symphony of our time Recalling the past People in a decline Denying the vibrations we're made of Somber drama rolling down hill Panorama
We sit and watch umbrellas fly I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry I hear myself say "My boat's leaving now" So we shake hands and cry Now I must wave
Meeting you with a view to a kill, Face to faces, secret places, Feel the chill Nightfall covers me, But you know the plans I'm making, Still overseas
(S. Weber/M. Schumpelt/J.O. Soerup) maybe, one step away, though my eyes stick to the silhouettes and I wish I could stay all the while in perfect time