The Art of Agony
Vicious Circle lyrics
Vicious Circle lyrics
"In The Ghetto Lyrics"
Annabel Lee Lyrics
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other
IN THE GHETTO (THE VICIOUS CIRCLE)
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
People,don't you understand
For My Good Fortune -Artist: Pat Boone from "More Greatest Hits"-Varese Vintage: VSC 5522 -peak Billboard position # 23 in 1958 -Words and Music by Otis Black
Or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too blind to see
Do we simply turn our heads
And look the other way
Well the world turns
And a hungry little boy with a runny nose
Plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
Friday night and I got wings you feel good but I feel better lazy bone on my way home uhhh I?m feeling much better nothing?s what I?m gonna do nothing?s gonna ge
So he starts to roam the streets at night
And he learns how to steal
And he learns how to fight
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
Then one might in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
Tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an
Hoop Dee Doo Lyrics
Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-Doo I hear a polka and my troubles are through Hoop-Dee-Dee, Hoop-Dee-Dee This kind of music is like heaven to me Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-D
angry young manHoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-Doo I hear a polka and my troubles are through Hoop-Dee-Dee, Hoop-Dee-Dee This kind of music is like heaven to me Hoop-Dee-Doo, Hoop-Dee-D
Face down in the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
As her young man dies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
Another little baby child is born
In the ghetto (in the ghetto)
And his mama cries
In the ghetto
In the ghetto
-- Elvis Presley