Letras de canciones

Anna, you come and ask me girl To set you free girl You say he loves you more than me […]

What a waste of human power What a waste of human lives, shoot the prisioners in the towers Forthy-three poor

you got to live you got to love you got to be somebody you got to shove but it s

If you have the luck of the irish, You d be sorry and wish you were dead You shold have

It ain t fair, John Sinclair In the stir of breathing air Won t you care for John Sinclair? In

One, two, a one, two, three, four Well now the underground and overjoyed they come on just the same Don

Say you re looking for a place to go Where nobody knows your name You re looking for oblivion With

Woke up this morning blues around my head No need to ask the reason why Went to the kitchen and

Slippin and a slidin , peepin and a hidin , been told long time ago, Slippin and a slidin ,

Temperature s rising Fever is high Can t see no future Can t see no sky My feet are so

You made me cry When you said goodbye Ain t that a shame? My tears fell like rain Ain t

They re really rocking in Boston In Philadelphia PA Deep in the heart of Texas On down the Frisco Bay