A new royal family. A wild nobility. We are the family. . A new royal family. A wild nobility. We are the family. . A new royal family. A wild nobility.
I live the life that Ive been left. I leave most things unspoken. But deep inside, Geronimo. Is tearing me apart. . Ive seen him in the streets. And Ive seen him in the picture.
In days of old, when ships were bold. Just like the men who sailed them. And if they showed us dis-respect. We'd tie them up and flail them. . Often men of low degree.
O lucky, lucky me. I can live here in luxury. Can't answer your simplicity. You've got to stop your grumbling. . And all that human bondage den. And try to make a man of me.
With the heartbreak open. So much you can't hide. Put on a little makeup, makeup. Make sure they get your good side, good side. If the words unspoken get stuck in your throat.
Friend or foe. Friend or foe. Friend or foe. Friend or foe. . I want those who get to know me. To become admirers or my enemies. I want those who get to know me.
If I ask you difficult questions. If I make improper suggestions. Would you find that a risk to your health. Would you put me up on the bookshelf. With the books and the plants?.
Adam ant/marco pirroni. . People come people go, how long I'll stay I just don't know. When showbiz is a dirty word, I hope my time will come. . Crackpot history and the right to lie.
I feel suspended in space. In another time and place. To talk would burst the bubble. . Just want to lie next to you. And appreciate the view. And hope it'd last forever.
Get on your back step where you belong. Leave your shirt and tie undone. Cajun twister all night long. You fight so hard to get your name. . What big eyes you got grandma.
Ten, dress it up. Nine, dress it up. Eight, dress it up. Seven, dress it up, dress it up. Six, fa fa fa fa fa five. . Hey hey, what do you say?. Had me a woman she ran away.
Legend has it in forty seven. Four thousand bikes met a force of seven. Fourth of July was the time. In a town called Hollister. At the uphill climb. .
Adam ant/marco pirroni. . Just stay out of my face. And get out of this place. Stop pulling my string. If you want a nice face. Boy. . None so dull as spoken word.