The Church - Rampa, chuala & Keinemusik

Tiny baby, so naive I can't believe what you believe You were once so happy here It may not be Eden or summer in Greece You may not even find the Gold Fleece In the drag of this atmosphere Now I don't want to bring up a delicate matter No I'd much rather bribe or flatter you 'Cause flattery gets me everywhere But you punctured my tires, you crossed all my wires I brand your acolytes as a pack of liars And the fire's singing everywhere Buckle like a wreck on the cold green sea Like you were a ripple in my memory I lent you some collateral to buy new clothes It went out the window and up your nose And that's the end of the honeymoon Yeah we walked down the aisle for another mile I'd walk a million miles for one of your smiles And you can have all the money soon You're so deluxe, you're so divine You're so fifty light years ahead of your time You're a riddle, you're a ripple You're the human sacrifice to the goddess of ice Your hairdo is filled with diamonds and lice And you're hardly off the nipple Another little glitch in continuity Like you were a ripple in my memory

Emerald haunt in overdrive Nightmare descent into Jericho city Camel dust heralds our arrival New Christ beneath the drumkit moon Oh Lord we are threatened again In the slipstream pull of the federal men Plummet in some seamless night Down here to earth it's hopeless then Apache gunman in the boiling crowd Who never got to meet you last time We're interrupted by the telephone You didn't think they were invented then Oh Lord we need miracles We need more wine and gold We need slaves and roads and personal favors We need microphones and manifolds How can you be so invisible Give me the nerves to see Privilege on privilege An unwanted discovery So now we're cruising down this shuddering highway With a dead sun shining on my back And we talk about the way people treat us back there Their hollow laughter, the pain in their eyes Oh Lord I trust your intentions But money strangles our love Struggling like a fool with my junk and my jewels You would have thought I'd had enough How can you be so invisible Give me the nerves to see Privilege on privilege An unwanted discovery

They're the in crowd, we're the other ones It's a different kind of cloth that we're cut from We let our colors show, where the numbers ain't With the paint where there ain't supposed to be paint That's who we are That's how we roll The Outsiders, The Outsiders Our women get hot, and our leather gets stained When we saddle up and ride 'em in the pouring rain We're the junkyard dogs, we're the alley cats Keep the wind at our front, and the hell at our back That's who we are We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking That's how we roll Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the Outsiders We're the riders, we're the ones burning rubber off our tires. Yeah, we're the fighters, the all-nighters So fire 'em up and get a lil higher Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh We're the bad news We're the young guns We're the ones that they told you to run from Yeah, the player's gonna play, and a haters gonna hate And a regulators born to regulate When it hits the fan, and it all goes down And the gloves come off You're gonna find out just Who we are We do our talking, walk that walk Wide open rocking That's how we roll Our backs to the wall A band of brothers Together, alone, the outsiders We're the riders, we're the ones burning rubber off our tires Yeah, we're the fighters, the all-nighters So fire 'em up and get a lil higher Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh You're gonna know who we are Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh The Outsiders Woah-oh-oh Woah-oh-oh That's who we are

The ground is falling The ground is falling Real There is nothing left inside me When I'm with you the ground is burning The ground is falling The ground is falling You don't wanna be the one to love me When I'm with you the ground is falling The ground is falling The ground is falling Real Real Show me something real Real Real You don't wanna be the one to love me When I'm with you the ground is falling The ground is falling The ground is falling Real There is nothing left inside me When I'm with you the ground is burning The ground is falling The ground is falling