Letras:
Machine Head Silver

Yes, I hold some keys of gold A cigarrette, a silver bullet Angels cry and devils lie The world is our stage Look inside and try and find The part of

: Yes, I hold some keys of gold A cigarrette, a silver bullet Angels cry and devils lie The world is our stage Look inside and try and find The part

(Timbaland) Hey, I was mean(mean) Before I became a feen I took over the world when they gave me a beep machine And then I made my city jump(jump

I'm staying here Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today

'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor Damn chicken heads

lego makes a wall 'Cause when you build big houses The paintings get stolen The Devil says he's silver When you know that he is golden When papier-mache heads

Step inside the dream machine You're on a power drive Feel the passion of the beast Watch her come alive Oh, you're almost there Ride on silver air You

leading work hard and use my head to hammer through the glass ceiling and dreams run through the villages to mean slums how can people have no food but got machine

garden hangs inside a room so dark, yet brightly lit The stain you poured from silver spoon the poison stung and bit With the sound of your machine