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♪ Name That Tune! ♪

Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is fucking awesome

I found your hair band on my bedroom floor,
The only evidence that you'd been there before
And I don't get waves of missing you anymore,
They're more like tsunami tides in my eyes
Never getting dry, so I get high, smoke away the days never sleep with the light on
Weeks pass in the blink of an eye,

I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Cavalry choirs are singing
Be my mirror, my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field

To me it makes a lot of sense:
How the Dreadlock Rasta was the Buffalo Soldier,
And he was taken from Africa, brought to America,
Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival.
Buffalo Soldier.
...and if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew,
you would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say...
...and if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew,
you would see the biggest gift would be from me and the card attached would say...

Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
I will try not to sing out of key

And I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to.
But if you deny me one of your kisses, don't know what I'd do.
So hold me close and say three words, like you used to do.
Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it's all...

I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window
Staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it too

Sittin' in a junk pile laughing at the sun
Singin' "ah ha ha, I just wanna be a rockstar"
There's a boy in the backseat singin' to the song
Playin' on the radio, knowing he's the one
Singin' "ah ha ha, I just wanna be a rockstar"
Jen ƸӜƷ wrote: "Now I’m falling asleep
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag"
Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick......
Mr. Brightside!
And she’s calling a cab
While he’s having a smoke
And she’s taking a drag"
Now they're going to bed and my stomach is sick......
Mr. Brightside!
No, I don't want your number
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time...
No, I don't wanna give you mine and
No, I don't wanna meet you nowhere
No, don't want none of your time...

(Keep talking, whoa, keep talking)
Fuel injection cutoffs and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
(I'll get the money, I'll kill to get the money)
With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waiting at the door

Blood stains, ball gowns, trashin the hotel room.
We don't care, we're driving Cadillacs in our dreams.
"We get up at twelve and start to work at one.
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done.
Jolly good fun!"
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done.
Jolly good fun!"

Banging on the head drum, shaking like a mad bull, she's got the look.

Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game

Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place

They leave the West behind
And Moscow girls make me sing and shout
That Georgia's always on my mind

It was over my head
I know nothing at all
And I will stumble and fall
I'm still learning to love
Just starting to crawl

Revolt in Russia – pissed on by Putin
Revolt in Russia - We Exist!
Revolt in Russia – Riot! Riot!
And things seem hard or tough
And people are stupid, obnoxious or daft
And you feel that you've had quite enough
Just remember that you're standing on a planet that's evolving
And revolving at nine hundred miles an hour
That's orbiting at nineteen miles a second, so it's reckoned
A sun that is the source of all our power