Tyran’ Pace
Album • 1986
Did you ever think about, Where music comes from? Play it low or play it loud, It shakes your head around. Make an act and hear the crowd, The saints will hear it. If you ever act too proud, They'll force you back to ground. Chorus: Saints of Rock, gods for the stars, Lords of your heart. The Saints of Rock (repeat) They only choose the honest men, For their own kingdom. They will take your heart and then, Heat will fill your mind Close your eyes explore your mind, One day you'll deserve it. And if you are a chosen one, Your work is now to find Chorus Middlepart: Find the sound which you enjoy, Soon you start to love it. Don't you turn it into noise, Like some freaks will do it. When you've got your own good style, Maybe they will take you. Do not fear the circumstances, Never start to doubt. Chorus
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Walking through the streets by day I'm stepping up too fast I see the faces gaze at me The faces of first class They turn their heads And point at me I feel like an invader What the hell do they all mean Don't even ask me why Do they think that I'm a criminal Do they care for my long hair Wait hold on don't point your finger I'm no criminal I guess I'll get to walking there I saw a few weeks later The boys and girls all dressed the same If only in their favour The parents of the boys and girls Could not believe at all They're living in their simple minds theyll never understand
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Crazy eyes don't show the feelings, And the Evil wishes in your mind. There's no doubt about your meaning, And it's true that love can make blind. Don't believe that I don't see it, How you try to trick her with your style. You have success in breaking hearts, I can see it happen all the while. You turn it, you burn it, stop playin' the a game. Things don't change you always want the same. Chorus: You better get down from my woman, Better get down, get down (repeat) The time is up now it's all over, Too much to drink, can't hold me to my chair. Now I will return the favour, You'll see your bones blow up in the air You turn it, you burn it, stop playin' the a game. Things don't change you always want the same. Chorus ACT Chorus
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