The quiet sadness of the people of the north Echoes silently around the cold grey places Ecstasies undared tremble upon the edge of the tightly, respectably unfulfilled Who drink to excess in order to forget what never happened Brave faces Well dressed ordered minds on suicides edge Reflected in the rain skimmed slate grey, battleship […]
(gary rossington, johnny van-zant, ed king, donnie van zant) There’s an old man sittin’ on a front porch now Talkin’ ’bout how it used to be When i was young i was a hell of a man My father died when i was ten I hit the road to find a job Had to feed […]
(springsteen) In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It’s a […]
Well i never did crawl and i never did toe the line No man is a master to me, i ain’t that kind I just put on my travelin’ shoes If you wanna win you just can’t lose the time Or stay behind Well i was born to run To get ahead of the rest […]
Well i never did crawl and i never did toe the line No man is a master to me, i ain’t that kind I just put on my travelin’ shoes If you wanna win you just can’t lose the time Or stay behind Well i was born to run To get ahead of the rest […]
Well i never did crawl and i never did toe the line No man is a master to me, i ain’t that kind I just put on my travelin’ shoes If you wanna win you just can’t lose the time Or stay behind Well i was born to run To get ahead of the rest […]
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It’s a death […]
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It’s a death […]
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It’s a death […]
In the day we sweat it out in the streets of a runaway american dream At night we ride through mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from cages out on highway 9, Chrome wheeled, fuel injected and steppin’ out over the line Baby this town rips the bones from your back It’s a death […]