Guiding you, a voice is coming from behind the stage. Finding you, a voice is found on a missing page. Winding through, a plot controller from another
Boom, light that fire. Howl, howl, howl. Deergod's eyes. Wild music of the hoof playing in big fire. Boom, light that fire. Howl, howl, howl. Lunatic
Sun far away Go into the rocket and see if it's brighter
Bless spirit ditties of no tone. Inspirations. Unsensations. Modulate more silence. You and I may forsee. We can be history, Painted on wall that'
Hallelujah, the bugle call Didn't make me feel tall Bang your head to your favorite song It's very mechanical Hallelujah, the oom-pah-pah Didn't force
Spy on you, spy on you. Follow you, follow you. Spy on you, spy on you. After you, after you. Under investigation. I have your information. Hiding,
stop stop da man at the top stop stop the flag at the top the top the top the top city tune city tune city tune city tune tune stop stop the drop of
Come they told me Pa rum pum pum pum A new born king to see Pa rum pum pum pum Our finest gifts we bring Pa rum pum pum pum To lay before the king Pa
The trumpet scatters its awful sound Over the graves of all lands Death and mankind shall be stunned When nature arises To give account before the judge
Baby, baby hi five Baby, baby say hi Little, little ones Mon ami nna Take my hands now Walk to where you like Streets are flowers Kites are flying by
All the supermen, you ought to know Please honor Queen Mother We call her Deergod All the supermen, you ought to know When she eased twenty needs I
Beep Beep Beep It's the great car tomb on the highway Beep Beep Beep There's a great balloon in the skyway Beep Beep Beep This is no way for my day to
When I was a girl Crawling up the world Little by little Travelling so far Moving through the stars Little by little When your hands are free Someone
Your legs don't work and you're caught in the light. You can see through the walls so nothing is right. There's a man in the cellar next door And he's
When you hunger number one, It's no wonder under fun. Don't be mean to see the green. You get caught in the machine. You're caught in the machine. Here
Tale of the traitors; Pretty pretty twin sisters. Be kind, be shy were all lies. Witty wicked destroyers. Tale of killers. They're killers. Showed
And all the kids are looking down And all the kids hear marching sounds They all see the armies on the ground And all the kids are looking down Gun fire
Strawberry fields banana trees Banana fields strawberry trees Happy to fly all over fields so real Strawberry fields banana trees Sneakers are new and