King Of Fighters 97

I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire Burning like a flame inside of you But is this just desire or the truth? So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired Hanging on this wire Waiting for the day I have to choose Cursed by love so dire One more boy for hire One more boy to lend a hand to you But is this just desire or the truth? So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired of you Of you, oh I can be your liar I can be your bearer of bad news Sick and uninspired by the diamonds in your fire Burning like a flame inside of you But is this just desire or the truth? So shame on me for the ruse Shame on me for the blues Another one returned that I'll never use I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired I won't go getting tired of you I won't go getting tired of you I'm not getting tired of you

Let's change the subject to someone else You know, lately, I've been subject to change Normally, I reel in the strange Hangover, I'm older You're one to talk, the heart is a clock Just like a bomb that keeps on tickin' away Counting down to detonate You will need an army disarmin' me It doesn't matter much to me If it doesn't matter much to you, ooh It doesn't matter much to me If it doesn't matter much to you It's just a matter of time, before, before It's just a matter of time, before, before And though I hate to rewind, before, before It's just a matter of time My past is getting us nowhere fast I was never one for takin' things slow Nowhere seems like somewhere to go Come over, and over Doin' my time for line after line When will I learn to sing these crimes to myself? Prisoners to share a cell with I'm holdin', still holdin', holdin' you in It doesn't matter much to me If it doesn't matter much to you, ooh It doesn't matter much to me If it doesn't matter much to you It's just a matter of time, before, before It's just a matter of time, before, before And though I hate to rewind, before, before It's just a matter of time Where the hell were you? Ooh Where the hell were you? Ooh Where the hell were you? It's just a matter of time, before, before It's just a matter of time, before, before And though I hate to rewind, before, before It's just a matter of time What does it matter now? What does it matter now? What does it matter now? What does it matter now? It's just a matter of time Time!

No son of mine will ever do The work of villains, the will of fools If you believe it, it must be true No son of mine, no son of mine (ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) No son of mine will ever need To beg forgiveness, no wicked deed Head full of evil, heart full of greed No son of mine, no son of mine (ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) Here we are, the living dead (hoo-hoo) Hand to God with one foot in the grave (hoo, hoo, hoo) Age of lost innocence (hoo-hoo) Don't forget what your Good Book says (hoo, hoo, hoo) No son of mine, no son of mine No son of mine, no son of mine No son of mine will ever be Under the power, vested in thee March into slaughter, down on his knees No son of mine, no son of mine (ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) Here we are, the living dead (hoo-hoo) Hand to God with one foot in the grave (hoo, hoo, hoo) Age of lost innocence (hoo-hoo) Don't forget what your Good Book says (hoo, hoo, hoo) No son of mine, no son of mine No son of mine, no son of mine (woah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) (Ah-ah-ah) No son of mine will ever say Words of illusion, oh, this I pray Heretofore taking my name in vain No son of mine, no son of mine Here we are, the living dead (hoo-hoo) Hand to God with one foot in the grave (hoo, hoo, hoo) Age of lost innocence (hoo-hoo) Don't forget what your Good Book says (hoo, hoo, hoo) No son of mine, no son of mine No son of mine, no son of mine No son of mine (ah-ah-ah), no son of mine (ah-ah-ah) No son of mine (ah-ah-ah), no son of mine (ah-ah-ah) (woah)

He needs a quiet room With a lock to keep him in It's just a quiet room And he's there He plays an old guitar With the coin found by the phone It was his friend's guitar That he played Mm-mm He's never been in love But he knows just what love is He says, "Never mind" And no one speaks He thinks he drinks too much 'Cause when he tells his two best friends "I think I drink too much" No one speaks No one speaks No one speaks He plays an old guitar With the coin found by the phone It was his friend's guitar That he played When he plays No one speaks No one speaks When he plays No one speaks

RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN Thank you for my friend 最近調子はどやねん 俺等はぜんぜん変わりはせん この壁も飛んで笑って向かう桃源郷 もち当然よ 目指すはてっぺん一番 誰にも絶対負けられない 真っ直ぐ登って行くしかない ひたすらに突っ走って一直線 わき目振らず 愚痴溢さず いっさい誰にも邪魔はさせず この先ひどく息が切れようとも お構いなしでいっそダンシング 今の自分さらに超えて行くために 本気 必死になって歌うんだ 惚れた譲れぬこの道 ボロ着ても心は錦 受け取ってくれ心意気 肩で風きる華道 咲かせ 今暴れまくれ 騒げや 歌え踊れ 祭りだ 咲かせ 華となれ あっぱれ胸張れ 己飾れ 晴れ舞台 RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN 相変わらず俺は 浮き世に喧嘩を売ってんだ 周りが何て言ってようが 笑って人生おくるんだ 信じるのは我自身 つまずいても一歩前進 高鳴る鼓動で胸ジンジン 烈火の如くたぎるこの魂 今人々の胸にヒートビートを 故に繰り返すたんびに熱くなる 思い大胆に抱いたんで常に 届かせたるわどデカい夢に 咲かせ 今暴れまくれ 騒げや 歌え踊れ 祭りだ 咲かせ 華となれ あっぱれ胸張れ 己飾れ 晴れ舞台 ノッてけ ノッてけ (そりゃそりゃ) いっとけ いっとけ (おりゃおりゃ) がっつり 上がれ 目立ってなんぼ こっから もう一発 聴いたってー ひ 人の上に人をつくらず ふ 降りかかる火の粉は払う み 身を殺して仁をなす よ よく学んでよく遊べ い いつも月夜に米の飯 む 向かうところに敵は無し な 七回コケ 八回起きろ や やけのやんぱち えじゃないか 咲かせ 今暴れまくれ 騒げや 歌え踊れ 祭りだ 咲かせ 華となれ あっぱれ胸張れ 己飾れ 晴れ舞台 RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN RUN