Blood, Sweat & Tears Lyrics
Blood, Sweat & Tears Lyrics
"Applause Applause Lyrics"
My Legendary Girlfriend Lyrics
You know sometimes...when we're lying together... and I know you're asleep...I can hear the soft sound of your breathing... so I get up...and I go to the window...Outside...
You know sometimes...when we're lying together... and I know you're asleep...I can hear the soft sound of your breathing... so I get up...and I go to the window...Outside...
(Ian)
I'll sell my soul for a song
Pay the price and carry on
And share with you some memories of dreams I can't forget
Lovers I have met
Applause, applause, let's give the prize
To the little lady with the stars in her eyes
Applause, applause, give the singer a chance
Treat him right
Be polite
Maybe he will dance
Hallways and staircases everyday to climb To go up to my white walled room out on the end of time Where I can be with my love for she is all that is mine And she'll alwa
Applause, applause, give the singer a break
How much ca n you give, how much can you take
Give the singer a chance, give the singer a chance
Anything to buy your soul, and maybe he will dance
Applause, applause, he will stand upon his head
Applause, applause, he'll take you to his bed
And share with you the memories of dreams he can'
Immolated Lyrics
Effigy of the impious Encroach upon my mind Desolation Blood- stained altars Seven temples And the seventh is for you Hinnom, Tophet Imminent annihilatio
forgetEffigy of the impious Encroach upon my mind Desolation Blood- stained altars Seven temples And the seventh is for you Hinnom, Tophet Imminent annihilatio
Applause, applause, let's give the prize
To the little lady with the stars in her eyes
And I'll sell my soul for a song
Pay the price and carry on
And share with you the memories of dreams I can't forget
Lovers I have met
Applause, applause, let's give the prize
To the little lady with the stars in her eyes
Applause,
Daddy Was A God Fearin' Man Lyrics
By David Allan Coe SPOKEN USED TO GO WITH MY GRANDPA UP TO THE TOWN SQUARE, SET HIM DOWN UP THERE ON A PICNIC BENCH AND HE USED TO PLAY CHECKERS WITH THEM OTHER OL
applaus, give the singer a chanceBy David Allan Coe SPOKEN USED TO GO WITH MY GRANDPA UP TO THE TOWN SQUARE, SET HIM DOWN UP THERE ON A PICNIC BENCH AND HE USED TO PLAY CHECKERS WITH THEM OTHER OL
Treat him right, be polite
And maybe he will dance
Applause, applause, give the singer a break
How much can you give, how much can you take
Oh, give the singer a chance, give the singer a chance
Anyhting to buy your soul, and maybe he will dance
Maybe he will dance
Maybe he will dance, yeah