turn into a ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz Ballroom blitz It?s it?s a ballroom blitz, it?s it?s a ballroom blitz It?s
Never Surrender Never surrender, never give in Never let the enemy win Never say why, never say die It's always worth another try Never surrender
Running away, something better ahead But you gotta think fast before it's too late Just one cut around your head Just one minute and you'll call me dead
When I hear.... the sound of concrete and steel I sense a rythm, that science can't feel I feel the beat.... of our hearts as one I hold your colour,
You remember when More and more, now and then It's more like all the time It's all the wasted time Tomorrow's never there Yesterday has no cares Lost
Living your life by the minutes on your clock Forgetting reality by a mental block You can't stand this and you can't stand that You also know where
Hey man, oh leave me alone you know Hey man, oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta Hey man, I gotta straighten my face This mellow thighed chick just
I'm the youth you can't avoid I'm the truth, I can't be destroyed It's the truth you can't avoid It's the truth, it can't be destroyed I'm a youth,
I hope I never see this face again I hope I never see your face again When I walk away, walk away, walk away This is the day I pray to see this end
Oversettelse: Soundtracks (andre spor) soundtrack. Blitzkrieg Bop [den Ramones].
: Your guess is as good as ours.
: I sprout confused from atop my head. These ears as teeth between my legs. Who has the nerve to sing la la la? Tie down all the moves. Conceived released
: [Shane]: Why, this car is automatic [Kian:] It's systematic [Shane:] It's...hy-dromatic [Bryan:] Why, it's greased lightnin'! [Shane:] We'll get some
Its crazy but often clear often clear.. We shimmer and disappear In color in black and white black and white.. We slowly fade out of site but these days
I still remember every word you said I've got a catacomb of words up in my head Now all our dreams are thrift-store ready Like they used to be that
I'm addicted to electric pulses, I'm addicted to electric pulses, How ? Let's see. All decisions cutting of our voices, All decisions running out by
Standing on the edge of the truth, Looking out at the view Of all you used to believe, From where you are you can see you're far away from home.
still no guides it's not a generous world it is a separate world the bad luck taste of the dark the broad luck of blood on the water I can see
