. Whose side you're on. If suicides an option, . Then write another song. And we can sing along, . We can sing along. We can sing along. When you're dead and gone. . Chorus. . Take the records off
the door. Homemade music, where did all the good songs go? First there were records, then cassettes and cd's. Managers and lawyers, then came the Japanese. But homemade music still making sense to me
the door. Homemade music, where did all the good songs go? First there were records, then cassettes and cd's. Managers and lawyers, then came the Japanese. But homemade music still making sense to me
where did all the good songs go. . First there were records then cassettes and cds. Managers and lawyers then came the japanese. But homemade music still making sense to me. (sense to me, sense to me
island, a think place,. Go there with a mess of records and a ukalele,. Just sit strumming, I might even do some thinking,. About the women and the towns that I left behind. . music to the end
When the Kingdom comes, he puts his records on. And with his blistered thumb hits play. And with the volume up he goes and fills his cup. And lets the drummer drum take away the pain, the pain
Happy music, music. Music on my mind. . Happy music makes you. Feel good all the time. Happy music takes your. Troubles off your mind. . Happy music makes you. Footloose and fancy free
