cheatin' on a halo Grind in a Odyssey Holocaust heart kick on tomorrow Breakdown agony I said ecstasy in overdrive When you're riding on the world Thunder
You want to drag me under (Drag me under) But I'm not about to fall Steal the thunder, steal the thunder (Steal the thunder) Steal the thunder, steal the thunder (Steal the thunder
Thunder on the mountain, and there's fires on the moon A ruckus in the alley and the sun will be here soon Today's the day, gonna grab my trombone and
suns every ray But no-one's ever, ever gonna steal Ever gonna steal your thunder Never, ever gonna steal Ever gonna steal your thunder Never, ever gonna steal Your thunder
Johnny Thunder lives on water, feeds on lightning Johnny Thunder don't need no one, don't want money And all the people of the town, they can't get through
I don't know where she comes from Must be a distant land From a major city ain't got no pity She's looking for a man She likes to rock and roll But got
and steel Was the beginning of their longest dream Feel the thunder Of the midnight ride Earth torn asunder By those who died Feel the thunder Of the
You're callin' Blue thunder, the keepers of the streets Blue thunder, the only number that you need Blue thunder, the keepers of the beast callin' Blue thunder
he's trying to forget Saw hell for 18 months, you ain't sen nothing yet Rolling thunder writings on the wall Six feet under, brothers heard the call Rolling thunder
I'm on my way, I'm on my way I'm on my way to you Baby from far away I'm rolling down a thunder I'm rolling down a thunder Could be wings, could be
Like a bird without wings That longs to be flying, Like a motherless child Left lonely and crying. Like a song without words, Like a world without music
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Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon
Breaking up is hard to do Don't take your love away from me Don't you leave my heart in misery If you go then I'll be blue 'Cause breaking up his hard
These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms
Well, the south side of Chicago Is the baddest part of town And if you go down there you better just beware Of a man named Leroy Brown Now Leroy more
Buachaill o'n Eirne me 's bhreagfainn calin deas og Ni iarrfainn bo spre lei ta me fhein saibhir go leor 'S liom Corcaigh da mheid e dha thaobh a' ghleanna