Ultramagnetic MC's. I remember the first time I ever seen Ultramagnetic. At Latin Quarter. Yeah, it's time to come out and give the people. Somethin' they can understand.
Someday at Christmas men wont be boys. Playin with bombs like kids play with toys. One Warm December our hearts will see. A world where men are free. .
Where did we go wrong. I thought that we were supposed to make it. Where did we go wrong. How could life give us love, then take it away. . Alone again today.
Stranger before. Lovers and then. People become. Strangers again. . All things born. Knowing they'll die. We're always saying goodbye. . Children make friends.
Someday at christmas men won't be boys. Playing with bombs like kids play with toys. one warm december our hearts will see. A world where men are free.
I might have known a lot of things. Been smiled upon by kings and queens. Had you been around. . Perhaps had you been by my side. My dreams might not have been denied.
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I see your face cloud over like a little girl's. And your eyes have lost their shine. You whisper something softly. I'm not meant to hear. Baby tell me what's on your mind.
Hey lady, you, lady, cursin' at your life. You're a discontented mother and a rich inventive wife. I've no doubt you dream about the things you'll never do.
And I remember when I was running after you. and you know it's true. I know sometimes I've been down so blue. But it's not about that 'cause you know what to do.
Flying saucers could land. And it wouldn't make much difference to my man. I could walk abroad and thank the lord. And leave this damn town in seconds flat.
Like a long lonely stream I keep runnin' towards a dream,. movin' on, movin' on.. Like a branch on a tree I keep reachin' to be free,. movin' on, movin' on..
Red light, green light. Speedin' through the dark night. Drivin' through the poundin' rain. I gotta see Jane. . Windshield, wiper splashin'. Splashin', callin' out her name.
Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas. This is Bad Boy, baby. From B5 to you B5, Merry Christmas, let's go. . Someday at Christmas, men will be boys. Playing with life like kids play with toys.