Brown controlled by remote? O-o-oh, calling duppy conqueror,. I'm the ghost-catcher!. This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka,. Take your chance! Prove yourself! Oh, yeah! Down in parade
my brown-eyed son Moonlight jumping through the trees. Sunken eyes avoiding me,. From dawn to dusk, the hunt is on,. The father searches for the son. In Istanbul, give him back to me. In Istanbul
Ill never be Anybodys hero-Morrissey Warm lights from the grand houses blind me. Haves cannot stand have-nots. And my love is under the ground. My one true love is under the ground. And ill never
