John Parr - Ghost driver

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Burnin up the highway, chasin shadows in the night
He was on the road to freedom, passin everything in sight
In the middle of the fast lane, on the wrong side of the road
Slipped her into fifth, and goodbye was all she wrote

Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night

Never saw the warning, of the danger up ahead
He was headin fast to nowhere, with the needle in the red
Saw a blue light in the rear view, sayin stop, but he said no
Then he saw a strange reflection, of a man he used to know

Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night

(Solo)

Heaven is a highway, with the Devil at the wheel
Three hundred crazy horses, in black designer steel
The neon sign said fifty, not a hundred and fifty five
But it really didn t matter, he was learnin how to drive

Ghost driver, ghost driver in the night
He was a ghost driver, ghost driver in the night

Inne utwory

  • Steal you away
  • This time
  • Revenge
  • Love grammar
  • Killer on the sheets
  • Man with a vision
  • Bedtime story
  • Treat me like an animal
  • Somebody stole my thunder
  • Sarah
  • Magical
  • Everytime
  • King of lies
  • Blame it on the radio
  • Scratch
  • Heartbreaker
  • Running the endless mile
  • Losowe utwory

    Self vilification

    Back-stabbing yourself to get the others attention
    Insulting yourself to recieve salvation

    Why? From what do you hide
    Can t you see that your problem is deep inside
    Don t blame others for you violation
    And end this self vilification
    ...

    Ik kan jou niet vergeten

    De hond snuffelt onrustig en hij krabt aan elke deur
    Zou hij het dan begrijpen of misschien ruikt hij je geur
    Alles is nu anders, zelfs de kleur van het behang
    Dat komt omdat ik samen met het huis naar jou verlang

    Fietsen in de...

    Bezsilność

    W koronach drzew włóczę się
    Spróchniała kora wcale nie pieści mych stóp
    Śpiew wiatru podsyca lęk
    I z każdym ruchem braknie mi tchu

    Dosięgnąć czubka ich głów
    Móc ukraść liściom wolę bo szumią jak chcą
    A ja uciekam od słów
    Gdy zwiędłych marzeń wyczuwam woń
    Chcę wspiąć się jak...

    Look back

    As I look back my anger turns to rage
    These eyes become the windows to a cage
    Peace? When has peace had its page?
    Nothing but the same old story
    As I look back, it looks me in the face
    Once small step means McDonald s in space
    To sleep soundly is to know your place
    Nothing...

    66 Promises

    Sixty six promises
    Fell from your lips
    Sixty six kisses to
    Rest on my charred fingertips
    And Sixty six lovers
    To come till I tell
    Sixty six postions to take on this
    Well-worn trail
    Sixty six magicians
    Deliver the goods