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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Gary Mounfield
Bassgitarre
Ian Brown
Leadgesang
John Squire
E-Gitarre
Alan Wren
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
John Squire
Songwriter:in
Ian Brown
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
John Leckie
Produzent:in
Ian Brown
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Paul Schroeder
Ingenieur:in
Songtexte
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed
No Earth, just sky, it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt, I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes?
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Is anybody home?
I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for as far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies, I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes?
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Is anybody home?
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes?
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone?
Are you made of stone?
Writer(s): Ian George Brown, John Squire
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