Band: йtй 67
Album: йtй 67
Song: Apocalypse

I`ve been faster 

Than my own shadow 

I`ve been colder 

Than a icepick you know 

What really matters 

Is a heart of gold 

And a whole lotta money 

And a fat checkbook 

Been a gambler 

Had nothing better to do 

Been crazy for fools like you 

What really matters is 

Make a dream come true 

I ain`t playing with fire no more 

Ain`t gonna play with fire no more 

Well I was walking down the street 

In my Italian shoes 

I was minding my own business 

Just goin` with the flow 

I could feel the hot sunshine 

On my back 

I started singin` 

To the rythm of the city noise 

Yeah yeah yeah 

Well I was knockin` 

Opportunity right on its head 

In my silver coloured suit 

And my Panama hat 

Yeah, I had nothin` to fear, 

I had places to go 

And I swear I felt lightnin` 

In my bones 

I said yeah… 

Down, down, down the Apocalypse 

Down, down, down with negative 

Down, down my dice come a-rollin` 

Down, down with a double-six evidence 

Down deep the sound 

Of my heart I believe 

Tells me life`s there for lovin` it! 

Oh, oh yeah… (through the air) 

Well I`m tapdancin` 

Floatin` on thin air 

High on nothin` 

`Xcept sweet adrenalin 

And I see somethin` behind a tree 

It`s the mother of God 

Got her eyes on me 

She says yeah… 

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