That was our fifth song And I hope you enjoyed it Now this would be our best song That you have ever heard The dirt bike's going on stage Thank you You
Welcome, take my hand and I'll show you to a place A spacey place, a place with space Where there's a vase in a case And flowers in the vase and my, my
Father stop criticizing your son Mother please leave your daughters alone Don't you see that's what wrong With the world with world today Everybody wants
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down
Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step Every million
There are nine million bicycles in Beijing That's a fact It's a thing we can't deny Like the fact that I will love you till I die We are twelve billion
Now I'm not saying we're unhappy Being classified as simply a punk-ska band And sure you think these groups are crappy That this many screaming teenage
...in his thoughts the murderer blames the ones who pass the laws, sentence to death and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a murder, planned
Been awhile and you see his face So you can't ignore the waste All the empty spaces No one home, leaving only traces Give up, go 'way He's not yours
Piece and chain swangin' Huh, yeah, Mr. D O double R, Dorrough Music Piece and piece and chain swangin' Piece and piece and chain swangin' Piece, piece
Hey I'm just an old chunk of coal But I'm gonna be a diamond some day I'm gonna grow and glow till I'm so blue pure perfect I'm gonna put a smile on everybody
(Lari White/John Rotch) I know what it is you're tryin' When you're tryin' to be so cool Everywhere you go you're a Romeo With a smile and a line so
I was kind of hoping you'd ask me to dance But you were groping for change in your pants. We grew apart too soon after all was said done in advance If
Been awhile and you see his face So you can't ignore the waste All the empty spaces No one home, leaving only traces Give up, go 'way He's not yours to
(Chico Buarque, 1978) Oh, pedao de mim Oh, metade afastada de mim Leva o etu olhar Que a saudade o pior tormento pior do que o esquecimento pior do
Gimme, gimme Give me just a piece of time 'Cos you took a long time to find Call me up on the phone Color me with all you know Give me just a piece
You wouldn't believe all the things that I've done You just can't see 'cause you're young I've paid my dues and I had my fun You'll have yours too, son
Modulistic terror A vast sadistic feast The only way to exit Is going piece by piece You have no choice of life or death My face you will not see I'll