Mostrando postagens com marcador THE PRETENDERS. Mostrar todas as postagens
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segunda-feira, 18 de março de 2013

The Pretenders - Back on the chain gang


The Pretenders - Back on the chain gang



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I found a picture of you, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
You had hijacked my world at night
To a place in the past we've been passed out of, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
Now we're back in the fight

We're back on the train, yeah
O-oh, back on the chain gang

Circumstance beyond our control, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
The phone, TV and the news of the world
Got in the house like a pigeon from Hell, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
Threw sand in our eyes and descended like flies

And put us back on the train, yeah
O-oh, back on the chain gang

The powers that be
That force us to live like we do
Bring me to my knees
When I see what they've done to you

Well, I'll die as I stand here today
Knowing that deep in my heart
They'll fall to ruin one day
For making us part

I found a picture of you, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
Those were the happiest days of my life
Like a break in the battle was your part, o-o-oh, o-o-oh
In the wretched life of a lonely heart

Now I'm back on the train, yeah
O-oh, back on the chain gang


terça-feira, 7 de setembro de 2010

THE PRETENDERS - IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD

THE PRETENDERS

In the middle of the road,
Is trying to find me.
I'm standing in the middle of life with my pains behind me.


But, I got a smile
For everyone I meet.
Long as you don't try dragging my bay,
Or dropping a bomb on the street.


Come on baby,
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.


In the middle of the road,
You see the darnest things.
Like fat cats driving around in jeeps through the city,
Wearing big diamond rings and silk suits.
Past corrugated tin shacks holed up with kids and
Man I don't mean a Hampstead nursery.
But when you own a big chunk of the bloody third world,
The babies just come with the scenery.


Come on baby,
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road, yeah.


One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.


In the middle of the road,
Is my private cul de sac.
I can't get from the cab to the curb,
Without some little jerk on my back,
Don't harass me kid,
Can't you tell I'm going home, I'm tired as hell,
I'm not the cat I used to be,
I've got a kid, I'm thirty-three baby.
Get in the road.
Come on now,
In the middle of the road.