I want to break free I want to break free I want to break free from your lies You’re so self-satisfied, i don’t need you I’ve got to break free God knows, god knows i want to break free I’ve fallen in love I’ve fallen in love for the first time And this time i…
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide No escape from reality Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see I’m just a poor boy I need no sympathy Because i’m easy come, easy go Little high, little low Anyway the wind blows Doesn’t really matter to me…
Pressure, pushing down on me Pressing down on you No man ask for Under pressure That burns a building down Splits a family in two Puts people on streets Um, ba, ba, be Um, ba, ba, be De, day, da Ee, day, da That’s okay It’s the terror of knowing What this world is about…
Are you gonna take me home tonight? Oh, down beside that red firelight? Oh, you gonna let it all hang out? Fat bottomed girls You make the rockin’ world go round Hey, i was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad But i knew life before i left my nursery Left alone…
This thing called love I just can’t handle it This thing called love I must get round to it I ain’t ready Crazy little thing called love This thing (this thing) called love (called love) It cries (like a baby) In a cradle all night It swings (woo woo) It jives (woo woo) It shakes…
She keeps moët et chandon In her pretty cabinet Let them eat cake, she says Just like marie antoinette A built-in remedy For khrushchev and kennedy At anytime, an invitation You can’t decline Caviar and cigarettes Well-versed in etiquette Extraordinarily nice She’s a killer queen Gunpowder, gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow…
Buddy, you’re a boy, make a big noise Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday You got mud on your face, you big disgrace Kicking your can all over the place Singing We will, we will rock you We will, we will rock you Buddy, you’re a young man, hard man Shouting…
Oh! let’s go! Steve walks warily down the street With the brim pulled way down low Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feet Machine guns ready to go Are you ready? hey, are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets rip…
