I don't know what it is That keeps me coming back to this old place Must be your face Sometimes I want to run Sometimes I want to run and hide Time ain
Oversættelse: Ikke ved Valg. Denne gamle Sted.
Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this is an album which shows The Cat Empire at their
you'd expect to be walkin' alone Far too beautiful and intelligent Not to have someone to call her own By circumstance there is no choice She does just
guess I won't and I know this ain't no way to treat a guest But why don't you grab your old lady by the feet? And just lay her out on the darkened street
to the music of 21 guns The flowers are dead and of this by the bed of the place where the old woman died it's the same place where she started her
filthy trash Even though we live better and make mo' cash Than they do, I'm not a no-good thug Standin on the corner sellin drugs And just remember, this ain't multiple choice
Luke's speech: What is this?? Is this not America? This is not China! This is not Russia! This is not the place where they brought down the wall,
to fill up that bra A double-D, sippin' bubbly and you'd give your life Just to fuck with me Reluctantly I walk on by I'm not gon' lie, that Betty fine
misfit I write the solution of biophysics On the side of a cliff and some hieroglyphics This my admission to having violence psychotic With the vile polish politics by
Mark Sanchez, Santanio Holmes, I'm not just any old homeboy Sitting in a lab picking up a pad I be spitting bad, I'mma get you mad with this gift I have
, people are a trip, man Put everybody down about what's up with that Yo word, man, I gotta let 'em know, bust this I used to know this girl by the name
m not a man appointed judge To bear ill-will and hold a grudge But I think it's time I said me a few choice words All about that demon automobile A metal
I will go, into my dungeon, and summon up the second comin' People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by scientists This
what goes on So when a brother feels an oath to carryin on I let him know this ain't the time and place But there will be a time and place And I'ma smoke
Rolls screamin', "Fuck the police" Peelin' out in front the club, about to duck to the east Now play yourself, you gon' find yourself by yourself In a nice place
sing. For a gold ring be placed on my finger Saying love bear this in your mind If ever I sail from old Ireland You'll mind I'll not leave you behind
