We Don't need no burning crosses Put out the fire of bigotry We don't need to count our losse When they burry you they'll burry me I have a dream that
She drives me crazy makes me belong I can't take it nomore She gives her best, she gives her all She pickes me up when I fall She got a good thing She
I see the scars from the madman's knife Marks on your wrists wear he had you tied You try and tell me it doesn't mean a thing I Hear the sad songs your
Let's go out and have some fun With our Ski Mask and hand guns Driving Fast cars to the sun We'll be blind but we'll die young We were wild when we were
They Pay Me Lot's Of Money For What I Do I'm A Dancer Midnight Romancer Under The Moon I'm On The Clock And I Like To Rock I Don't work the streets You
You Always Told Me You Can't Be Beat Thought you had me bound hand and feet I can see your lies, pain, and ecatsy It's time I take control love comes
Roxanne Doesn't Think She's Pretty Enough She Sits Staring Up At THe Sky Dream About A Life That Could Be She Throws Her Diary Into The Sea [pre-chorus
I can still see sweet Louise standing there Like a child she whispers softly to me She comes to me, I swear, I close My eyes I still see sweet Louise
Prisoner Of war, prisoner of love there's a torch to my head crimes of passion crimes of youth stop the ringing in my head Born again not born at all
