Letras:
Balada Rock

Well I take a look around me. And I don't like what I see. There's to many people gonna go the wrong way. And it don't look good to me. They all go filing

Like a corn in a field I cut you down I threw the last punch too hard After years of going steady, well, I thought that it was time To throw in my hand

CHORUS: No taxation Without representation! Two hundred years of exploitation In the capital of this nation! No representation! In the capital of this

Traducción: Mantel, Eric. Não deixe o dia passar / Ballad Rock Vocal.

: Like a corn in a field I cut you down I threw the last punch too hard After years of going steady, well I thought that it was time To throw in my hand

I sold my soul, my soul to rock 'n' roll Now I am losin' my mind I sold my soul, now I can tell The devil's got me, on the line Every night, hot stage

got me [Chorus] This that Rock-Shit, pump on your block shit This that hot shit, got ya doin toxics Turn it up (Turn it up) {*4X*} This that Rock-Shit

Six hundred sixty six, Dunkin' Donuts A twenty inch veggie pizza from Gumby's Extra jalapenos on the side And a case of Asahi Dry I wish to speak with

I'm on the floor counting one minute more No one to break the silence Staring into the night all alone but that's alright It's the feeling deep inside