Paint a moustache on the Mona Lisa Ride a Harley through the heart of danger Pick up a pen and fight a war for the right to dream I was seventeen Give up my house, sleep for nights on concrete Meditate with all the bums on Vine Street No more running, no more hiding in […]
She - Birds of Pray
Bring back that ‘hair-down’, unguarded mystery I liked it better when your tightrope walked on me Board up my window, prepare for a hurricane You have a way of breaking through my barricade You give me all-new games to play You set me soul free Now every word that she speaks to me is pure […]
Heaven - Birds of Pray
You don’t need no friends get back your faith again you have the power to believe another dissident take back your evidence it has no power to deceive I’ll believe it when I see it, for myself I don’t need no one to tell me about heaven I look at my daughter, and I believe. […]
