. Days, buddy, scratching off the walls. Sitting, passing, selling my convictions. All I need someone to take me back to paradise You're my last vice. Baby, baby, baby. You're my last vice You're my
Vice President Fruitley. Vice President Fruitley. C'mon to where you need to go. Vice President Fruitley. . I think you know where I'm goin'. This song is all about you. I wanna be with you
Wild is the wind. That strips away our sins. Yours is the night but you. You don't know where to begin But I heard you say you've got a feeling. That it's just around the bend. I heard you say so
