Who Killed...... The Zutons
Zutons The lyrics
Zutons The lyrics
"Dirty Dancehall Lyrics"
Well the sun grew dim and the night grew tall,
Everyone's dancing in the Dirty Dancehall,
The chins did wobble,
And eyes did stare,
There was a sense of threat in the air.
Everyone's dancing, and feelin' fine,
But looking like zombies, as thought they're dying.
I stood alone in a darke
Live On Live Long Lyrics
Intro: Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what. C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated knowhatI'msayin'?
ned room,
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom.
Oh the dogs and the vermin were mooching the street,
Sniffing out the candy and left over meat,
Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep,
Murdering the hookers and chops off their feet.
Everyone's dancing, feelin' fine,
But looking like zombies, as thought
I stood alone in a darkened room,
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom.
This is just a night in the City Of Culture,
But Everyone's whacked and looks like vultures (x4)
All the lights came on and the music stopped,
Men in uniform outside on the watch.
The tramp waits by the bush to pounce,
Woken up again by a young girls shout,
Closing up the club, a fight breaks out,
All the black mariahs were left in no doubt,
One got killed and the other one ran,
They ended up arresting and innocent man.
This is just a night in the City Of Culture,
But Everyone's whacked and looks like vultures (x4)
Intro: Doin' it up everyday son. Word up. Still on. C.N.N. still live on what. C.N.N. live long. Live on word up. Check it. Dedicated knowhatI'msayin'?
ned room,
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom.
Oh the dogs and the vermin were mooching the street,
Sniffing out the candy and left over meat,
Down in the alley a tramp falls asleep,
Murdering the hookers and chops off their feet.
Everyone's dancing, feelin' fine,
But looking like zombies, as thought
Si Yo Fuera Mujer (Desafio) Lyrics
si yo fuera mujer, tendria q empezar x abrir del todo, el telon de fondos del mito virginal, y del hombre macho si yo fuera mujer, podria publica
they're dying.si yo fuera mujer, tendria q empezar x abrir del todo, el telon de fondos del mito virginal, y del hombre macho si yo fuera mujer, podria publica
I stood alone in a darkened room,
My mouth is dry and my heart goes boom.
This is just a night in the City Of Culture,
But Everyone's whacked and looks like vultures (x4)
All the lights came on and the music stopped,
Men in uniform outside on the watch.
The tramp waits by the bush to pounce,
Woken up again by a young girls shout,
Closing up the club, a fight breaks out,
All the black mariahs were left in no doubt,
One got killed and the other one ran,
They ended up arresting and innocent man.
This is just a night in the City Of Culture,
But Everyone's whacked and looks like vultures (x4)