I see the neon lights as they light the city sky I see a desperate boy at the moment that he cries I see him reaching out his hand is to the sky
Things are getting tough, you got to hang in there When you?re just about to quit, let God be God When your back is against the wall, His love will be
I got your number where love can be found I got your number where truth can be found I asked you in one day and you came into my life I got your
I?m filled with joy, joy, joy, unspeakable joy Talk to Father God, unspeakable joy Unspeakable joy He has my heart, body and soul, unspeakable joy I?
Okay now, here we go Well, I was walkin? down the street Just another day Mindin? my own business, I say I saw a bloke standin? on the side of the Street
Can you feel His power flowin' through your heart ? yeah have you ever wondered if you are apart signs and times are changin' the world is rearranging
Put on the armor you've got the sword prepare to fight for you've got the final word the power of darkness is pushing in they call it fashion but it
I get my head together on a Saturday morning a victim of the night it's called social action I'm just trying to keep up with the times moving with
I lay on my bed I try to sleep my eyes won't close my mind so sleep Chorus you're still there you still care ? why do you draw me you never left
Yesterday, I could not feel this Today I'm sick of trying To live like I can live on my own This world around me is suffocating I keep forgetting to turn
No rest for the wicked No mercy for the rotten Go create some madness More coverage than the homeless Your image here to stay Your photo on the cover
The rich get richer The poor get the picture The bombs never hit you When you're down so low Some got pollution Some revolution There must be some solution
El mundo entra por la puerta con mil sabores que no puedo recordar. Como ha crecido lo que miro: los viejos ruidos ya no sirven para hablar. Ya descubri
Para E. A. Poe Hoy a mi puerta un pajaro trino, pero abri y una sombra se echo a volar. Hoy recorde a Edgardo, aquel senor fumador de amapolas
When you find yourself in some far off place And it causes you to rethink some things You start to sense that slowly you?re becoming someone else And
Caught out running with just a little too much to hide Maybe baby everything's gonna work out fine Please read the letter I pinned it to your door It'
Did you check the tires? Put gas in the car? I don?t think you?ll need too much ?Cause you ain?t gonna get that far Did you pack the good times? Don?