by the hand. Take him to some shady place, Save me from the wrath of this man. Save me from the wrath of this man. Hang man, hang man Upon your face
I don't wanna go home! Don't bring the lights up, don't ring the bell. Once the whistle has blown; God only knows when we'll meet here again! Tell the
No one knows what's waiting where you go Nothings certain but the fact that you're leaving But still you roam from the straight and narrow road Riding
Granny's always ravin' and rantin' And she's always puffin and pantin' And she's always screamin' and shoutin' And she's always brewin' up tea Grand
't got hells chance of a ball of snow What in the Lords name was he thinking You can't blame this all on drinking You can count the family teeth upon
Meet me in the morning and I'll be happy as a clown You'll just be getting up and I'll still be getting down The band is getting tired but they don't
Farewell to the whiskey, tobacco and smoke, Farewell to the rum and occasional coke, Farewell to the girls who came ready to play, For this is the end
sailor boy safely back to me. Forgive me if I ask too much, I will not ask for more, but I shall weep until he sleeps safe upon the shore." As though the sea
We were poor But I was satisfied And I thought that you were, too You were pure And I was terrified I wasn't good enough for you When they sailed Into
far away! Come and join the infantry, Where the real soldiers fight, you'll see.. Our comrades we will not betray, Over the hills and far away. It's safe
The world today can be a scary place; Hard to keep your faith in the human race. We're runnin' outta trees, And we're runnin' outta space, But we'll never
It's long life This i do believe I never thought that we'd see the end Maybe I was just naive On a cold night You can see your breath so clear Always
Slowely came these words to me Simple and plain and true Shelter me when winter winds blow Only your arms will do Follow me, follow me, follow me back
No one knows, What's waiting; where you go. Nothings certain but the fact: That you're leaving. Still, you roam, From the straight and narrow road, Riding
him by the hand, Take him to some shady place. Save me from the wrath of this man. Save me from the wrath of this man! Hangman, hangman! Upon your faceless
The world today can be a scary place; Hard to keep your faith in the human race. We're runnin' outta trees, And we're runnin' outta space, But we'll