The Return Of The Red Baron
Performer(s): The Royal Guardsmen



(plane crash, laughing and "Der curse little klinehund Snoopy")
You remember that baron flying high in the sky
When Snoopy shot him down with a gleam in his eye
But that baron had leaped from his blood-red plane
Just before it burst into a ball of flame
Snoopy circled back to check his kill
Saw the bloody red baron standing high on a hill
Then he swooped down low
Shouted "Curse you red baron!"
The German shook his fist you could hear him swear "Ach der lieber!"
Hey watch out little Snoopy
You're really in a mess
You thought you were through with the bloody red baron
But it looks like he's not down yet
Then a cry went up all over the land
The bloody red baron would strike again
But brave little Snoopy said "Never fear"
As he headed for his plane all the people cheered (Yeeaaaahhhh!)
Hey watch out little Snoopy
You're really in a mess
You thought you were through with the bloody red baron
But it looks like he's not down yet
Snoopy blazed a trail straight across the sea
Searching in vain for his enemy
Then he found that German trying to fix his plane
A-sweatin' and a-cussin' about to go insane
Take it

Snoopy landed for a pistol duel
The baron was worried
Snoopy was cool
He fired a shot and missed
Started to run
Before Snoopy had a chance to raise his gun
Hey watch out red baron
Snoopy is on your trail
One of these days he's gonna make you pay
And you'll go straight to
Well watch out red baron
Snoopy is on your trail
One of these days he's gonna make you pay
And you'll go straight to
Well watch out red baron...

Clarabella
Composer(s): Frank Pingatore
First recording/First release by: The Jodimars - 1956
Covered by multiple other artists



Well, I got a baby... crazy for me
Yeah, I got a baby... won't let me be
Woh, baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
Well, she needs no coachin' on makin' love
All she needs is the stars up above
Woh, baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah uh
Ahh! Woo hoo
Well now, Clarabella. You're my honey, Clarabella
Ooh yeah now, Clarabella
I said you're my baby
Clarabella
Yeah, Clarabella, baby
Wo wo, yeah yeh
Well, she's got no time for a dungeries
Already knows her ABC's
Woh, baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, Clarabella
Baby baby, wo wo, yeah yeh
Ahh ow! Woo
Well now, Clarabella
Yeah. You're my honey, Clarabella
Woo ooh- You're my baby, Clarabella
You're my honey, Clarabella
Yeah, Clarabella, baby
Wo wo, yeah heh yeah, oh yeah

Requiem Pour Un Twister
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Dites-moi avez vous connu Charlie?
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Il n'est pas une boîte qu'il n'ait fréquentée
Quel noceur!
Requiem pour un twister

Dites-moi l'avez-vous connu à jeun?
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Il n'est pas soir qu'il ne fût bourré
Quel farceur!
Requiem pour un twister

Dites-moi étiez vous amoureuse de lui?
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Il n'est pas une femme qui lui ait résisté
Quel tombeur!
Requiem pour un twister

Dites-moi tout ça n'pouvait pas durer
Le contraire m'eût étonné
Je crois quant à moi que c'est le cœur qui a lâché
Quelle horreur!
Requiem pour un twister

The Return Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Composer(s): Frank Crumit
Performer(s): Frank Crumit



By the sea of Sargossa I wandered one night
The moon it was shining quite clear
For no reason at all I heard someone call
For Abdul Abulbul Amir

Now Abdul Abulbul I knew to be dead
The story had spread near and far
How he lost his life while plunging his knife
Into Ivan Skavinsky Skavar

While I pondered the moonbeams descended quite low
Casting shadows suffusely, and then
I discovered that I was standing close by
The tombs of those two famous men

Then in the tombs shadows there rose from a grave
The form of a Russian Hussar
And my skin nearly peeled, as he stood there revealed
It was Ivan Skavinsky Skavar

'Twas he who was calling, I hardly dared breathe
My heart 'most stopped beating from fear
When out of a grave, in need of a shave
Arose Abdul Abulbul Amir

"Well, wouldst speak with me Ivan?", quoth Abdul quite low
"I wouldst", replied Ivan quite clear
"That quarrel we had, 'twas all to the bad
Friend Abdul Abulbul Amir"

"I've lain here for ages with that on my mind
And that's why I called you tonight"
"Well, I'm in the same state", quoth Abdul the great
"Twas foolish for we two to fight"

"Oh friend, thou art blameless", cried Ivan in haste
"The fault lies in my hands alone"
But Abdul said "Nay, 'twas never that way
The fault was no one's but mine own"

"Well, dost think I'm a coward?", quoth Ivan Skavar
"Step forth and I'll slice off thine ear"
"Oh, son of a cat, you'll never do that"
Quoth Abdul Abulbul Amir

So once more they battled and fought as before
The multitudes came from afar
And lauded with cheers these bold buccaneers
This Turk, and this Russian Hussar

The ghost of the Czar on a fiery black steed
Came rushing to witness the fray
While the Sultan sat there in his royal gold chair
It was just like a scene from a play

'Twas just at that moment each sword found its mark
And I heard a blood-curdling scream
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
I found it was only a dream

Clara Barton
Performer(s): Country Joe McDonald



Every time in the world someone receives first aid
You can thank Clara Barton for the life that is saved
She lived out her life in a world ruled by men
Every time they knocked her down she got back up again
Clara Barton
Civil war veterans with tears in their eyes
Told how she braved the battle just to save their lives
She never ran from the shot and the shell
Bringing aid and comfort in the midst of hell
And even then at the war's very end
When the prisoners were lost and without friends
She helped families to find those that they loved
A professional angel sent from up above
Thank the lord for Clara Barton and long live her name
The American Red Cross is her claim to fame
When you see a Red Cross worker in a time of flood or war
Take a moment to remember... and thank the lord... for Clara Barton!

Rosas En El Mar
Composer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute
Performer(s): Luis Eduardo Aute;
and various other artists



Voy buscando un amor
que quiera comprender
la alegría y el dolor
la ira y el placer
un bello amor sin un final
que olvidé para perdonar
es más fácil encontrar
rosas en el mar

Rosas en el mar

Voy buscando la razón
de tanta falsedad
La mentira es obsesión
y falsa la verdad
Qué ganarán, qué perderán
si todo esto pasará
es más fácil encontrar
rosas en el mar

Rosas en el mar

Voy pidiendo libertad
y no quería oír
Es una necesidad
para poder vivir
La libertad, la libertad
derecho de la humanidad
Es más fácil encontrar
rosas en el mar

Rosas en el mar

Requiem Pour Un Fou
Composer(s): Gérard Layani; Giles Thibaut
Performer(s): Johnny Hallyday; Lara Fabian



Je vous préviens n'approchez pas
Que vous soyez flic ou badaud
Je tue celui qui fait un pas
Je ne ferai pas de cadeau
Éteignez tous vos projecteurs
Et baissez vos fusils braqués
Non, je ne vais pas m'envoler sans elle

Dites au curé, dites au pasteur
Qu'ailleurs ils aillent se faire pendre
Le diable est passé de bonne heure
Et mon âme n'est plus à vendre
Si vous me laissez cette nuit
À l'aube je vous donnerai ma vie
À quoi me servirait ma vie sans elle

Je n'étais qu'un fou mais par amour
Elle a fait de moi un fou, un fou d'amour
Mon ciel s'était ses yeux, sa bouche
Ma vie s'était son corps, son corps
Je l'aimais tant que pour la garder je l'ai tuée
Pour qu'un grand amour vive toujours
Il faut qu'il meure qu'il meure d'amour

Le jour se lève la nuit pâlit
Les chasseurs et les chiens ont faim
C'est l'heure de sonner l'hallali
La bête doit mourir ce matin
Je vais ouvrir grand les volets
Crevez-moi le cœur je suis prêt
Je veux m'endormir pour toujours près d'elle

Je n'étais qu'un fou mais par amour
Elle a fait de moi un fou, un fou d'amour
Mon ciel s'était ses yeux, sa bouche
Ma vie s'était son corps, son corps
Je l'aimais tant que pour la garder je l'ai tuée
Je ne suis qu'un fou, un fou d'amour
Un pauvre fou qui meurt
Qui meurt d'amour

Relay
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
First release by: The Who - 1972



You can hear it in the street 
See it in the dragging feet
The word is getting out about control 
Spies they're come and gone
The story travels on 
The only quiet place is inside your soul 

From tree to tree 
From you to me
Travelling twice as fast as on any freeway 
Ev'ry single dream 
Is wrapped up in the scheme 
They all get carried on the relay

"Pass it on" 

Someone disapproves 
Of what you say or do 
I was asked to see what I could learn you 
Don't believe your eyes
They're seeing only lies
What is done in the first place don't concern you 

From tree to tree...

Relay, things are brewing
Relay, something's doin' 
Relay, it's a revolution 
Relay, relay
Hand me down a solution! 

"Pass it on"

Clara
Composer(s): Jacques Brel
Performer(s): Jacques Brel



Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours danser
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Il y a longtemps déjà
Il y a longtemps d'ennui
Il y a longtemps de toi

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours chanter
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Tombé au champ d'amour
Pour un prénom de fille
Qui m'avait dit toujours

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours tourner
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
De m'être trop trompé
De m'être trop meurtri
De m'être trop donné

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux me bousculer
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Fusillé par une fleur
Au poteau de son lit
De douze rires dans le cœur

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux toujours crier
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Il y a mille soirs
Il y a mille nuits
Il n'y a plus d'espoir

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux bien me saouler
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
A Paris que j'enterre
Et depuis mille nuits
Dans le fond de mon verre

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Carnaval à Rio
Tu peux carnavaler
Carnaval à Rio
Tu n'y peux rien changer
Je suis mort à Paris
Que la mort me console
La mort est par ici
La mort est espagnole

Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant
Je t'aimais tant, Clara
Je t'aimais tant

Requiem Pour Un Con
Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg



Écoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air-là
J'espère que tu aimes
C'est assez beau non
C'est le requiem pour un con

Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi
À ta mémoire de scélérat
C'est un joli thème
Tu ne trouves pas, non
Semblable à toi-même
Pauvre con

Voici les orgues
Qui remettent ça
Faut qu't'apprennes par cœur cet air-là
Que tu n'aies pas même
Une hésitation
Sur le requiem pour un con

Quoi tu me regardes
Tu n'apprécies pas
Mais qu'est-ce qu'y a là-dedans
Qui t'plaît pas
Pour moi c'est idem
Que ça t'plaise ou non
J'te l'rejoue quand même
Pauvre con

Écoute les orgues
Elles jouent pour toi
Il est terrible cet air-là
J'espère que tu aimes
C'est assez beau non
C'est le requiem pour un con
Je l'ai composé spécialement pour toi
À ta mémoire de scélérat
Sur ta figure blême
Aux murs des prisons
J'inscrirai moi-même: «Pauvre con»

We Say Yeah!
((French Version: Dis-Moi Oui (Johnny Hallyday) - 1963))
Composer(s): Peter Gormley - Bruce Welch - Hank Marvin
First release by: Cliff Richard and The Shadows - 1961
Covered by multiple other artists



Mummy says no
Daddy says no
Brother says no
But they all got to go

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

If we didn't go ahead
And thought of all they said
Might as well give up, man
We might as well be dead

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

Now we're moving to the front, baby
We'll sing another song
The older ones, they taught us
They're all dead and gone

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

We'll aim for the sky
And keep on shooting high
Forget about those problems baby
Don't just sit and sigh

'Cause we say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

Umm, now mummy says yeah
And daddy says yeah
My brother says yeah
Maybe they're not so square

We all say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We all say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah-yeah)
We say yeah (yeah)

Clap For The Wolfman
Composer(s): Burton Cummings - Kurt Winter
Performer(s): The Guess Who
and multiple other artists



Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die

Do Ron Ron and the Duke of Earl
They were friend's of mine
The highway's on my moonlight drive
Snuggled in, said "baby, just one kiss"
She said "no, no, no"
Romance ain't keepin' me alive
I said "hey babe, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
She said "uh, uh, uh"
So I was left out in the cold
I said "you're what I've been dreamin' of"
She said "I don't want to know"
(Wolfman Jack: "Oh you know, she was diggin' the cat on the radio")

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
(WJ: "Yes baby, I your doctor in love")
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
(WJ: "Everybody talkin' about the Wolfman's confidence of love")

Seventy five, eighty miles an hour
She hollers "slow, slow, slow"
"Baby I can stop right on a dime"
I said "hey baby, give me just one kiss"
She said "no, no, no"
But how was I to bide my time
I said "Hey baby, do you want to coo, coo, coo"
She said "uh, uh, uh"
Said I'm about to overload
I said "you're what I've been livin' for"
She said "I don't want to know"
(WJ: "Oh, you thought she was digging you but she was digging me")

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
(WJ: "As long as you got the curves baby, I got the angles")
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
(WJ: "It's all accoridng to how your boogaloo situation stands, you understand")

Clap for the Wolfman
He gonna rate your record high
(WJ: "You ain't gonna get 'em, cuz I got 'em")
Clap for the Wolfman
You gonna dig him til the day you die
(WJ: "You might wanna try, but I'm gonna keep 'em")
Clap for the Wolfman
Clap for the Wolfman
(WJ: "And I got 'em all")
Clap for the Wolfman

Requiem Pour N'Importe Qui
Composer(s): Georges Moustaki
Performer(s): Georges Moustaki



Il est mort connue du bois sec
Ça pouvait être n'importe qui
Un enfant de l'Andalousie
Ou un frère du soldat Schveik
Il est mort, la guerre est finie
On lui fait des funérailles
Chacun retourne à son travail
Il est mort et je suis en vie

Il est mort comme un feu de paille
ça s'est passé très loin d'ici
C'est loin l'Afrique et loin l'Asie
Des mercenaires et ses G.I.
Il est mort de n'avoir su vivre
Quand il fallait vivre à genoux
Noyé de sang, noyé de boue
La mort enfin l'a rendu libre

Il est mort comme du bois sec
Ça pouvait être n'importe qui
Le frère de Théodoraki
Un enfant de Zorba le Grec
Il est mort, je suis en exil
Et je meurs un peu avec lui
Chaque fois que tombe la nuit
Sur le soleil du mois d'avril

Il est mort comme du bois sec
Ça pouvait être n'importe qui
Le frère de Théodoraki
Un enfant de Zorba le Grec
Il est mort, je suis en exil
Et je meurs un peu avec lui
Chaque fois que tombe la nuit
Sur le soleil du mois d'avril

Il est mort, pitié pour ses cendres
Ce n'est ni l'heure ni l'endroit
Pour demander des comptes à rendre
Mais les mots viennent malgré moi

The Reflex
Composer(s): Roger Taylor - Simon Le Bon - John Taylor - Nick Rhodes - Andy Taylor
First release by: Duran Duran - 1983



You gone too far this time but I'm dancing on the valentine
I tell you somebody's fooling around with my chances on the dangerline
I'll cross that bridge when I find itanother day to make my stand
high time is no time for deciding if I should find a helping hand

so why don't you lose it try not to bruise it buy time don't lose it
the reflex is an only child he's waiting in the park
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark
I'm on a ride and I want to get off but they won't slow down the round about
I sold the renoir and the tv set don't want to be around when this gets out
the reflex is an only child he's waiting by the park
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does is an answer with a question mark
the reflex is an only child he's waiting by the park
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does leaves me answered with a question mark
oh the reflex what a game he's hiding all the cards
the reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
and watching over lucky clover isn't that bizarre

every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark

Clancy Of The Overflow
Composer(s): Banjo Patterson - Tony Latimer
Performer(s): Tony Latimer
and multiple other artists



I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better knowledge 
sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago
He was shearing when I knew him, so I sent the letter to him
Just "on spec", addressed as follows: "Clancy of The Overflow"

And an answer came directed in a writing unexpected
(And I think the same was written with a thumbnail dipped in tar)
'Twas his shearing mate who wrote, and verbatim I will quote it
"Clancy's gone to Queensland droving, and we don't know where he are"

In my wild erratic fancy visions come to me of Clancy
Gone a-droving down the Cooper where the Western drovers go
As the stock are slowly stringing, Clancy rides behind them singing
For the drover's life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know

And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended
And at night, the wondrous glory of the everlasting stars

I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all

And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle
Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street
And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting
Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet

And the hurrying people daunt me, and their pallid faces haunt me
As they shoulder one another in their rush and nervous haste
With their eager eyes and greedy, and their stunted forms and weedy
For the townsfolk have no time to grow, they have no time to waste

And I'd somehow rather fancy that I'd like to change with Clancy
Like to take a turn at droving where the seasons come and go
While he faced the round eternal of the cashbook and the journal 
But I'd doubt he'd suit the office, Clancy of The Overflow

Requiem For The Masses
Composer(s): Terry Kirkman
Performer(s): The Association



Requiem aeternam, requiem aeternam
(Eternal rest, eternal rest)

Mama, mama, forget your pies
Have faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full

At half mast, for the matadors
Who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull

Red was the color of his blood flowing thin
Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin
Blue was the color of the morning sky
He saw looking up from the ground where he died
It was the last thing ever seen by him

Kyrie, Eleison
(Lord, have mercy on us)

Mama, mama, forget your pies
Have faith they won't get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full

At half mast, for the matadors
Who turned their backs to please the crowd
And fell before the bull

Black and white were the figures that recorded him
Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in
Black and white was the question that so bothered him
He never asked, he was taught not to ask
But was on his lips as they buried him

Rex tremendae majestatis
(King of tremendous majesty)

Requiem aeternam, Requiem aeternam

(Funeral cadence, drums)

The Red Lantern
Performer(s): Fred Fisher



The Chinese tell a story that's full of mystic glory
of the Orient, a tale of wonderment
by the temple walls, each night
they burn a red, red lantern bright 
to their ancient warrior maid they pray

From English sire descended her blood with China blended
eyes of Saxon blue, skin of yellow hue
at the call of war's command 
her heart turned to her Motherland
ever more they honor her and say

Shine on Red Lantern, through the gloomy night 
Over fields of white, Shine on Red Lantern
over poppies bright, where she sleeps tonight 
While temple bells to the God of war is calling
While thru the moonlight the yellow dragons crawling
Come with sword in hand, save your China land
Shine on Red Lantern, send your silver beams 
Over hills and streams
Shine on Red Lantern till the morning gleams
Wake her from her dreams
Sound the tom tom till they come
Beat the cymbal and the drum 
Shine on Red Lantern shine on

Clancy Lowered The Boom
Composer(s): Hy Heath - John Lange
Performer(s): Dennis Day
and multiple other artists



Now Clancy was a peaceful man
If you know what I mean
The cops picked up the pieces
After Clancy left the scene
He never looked for trouble
That's a fact you can assume
But never-the-less when trouble would press
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom! 

O'Leary was a fighting man
They all knew he was tough
He strutted 'round the neighborhood
A-shootin' off his guff
He picked a fight with Clancy
Then and there he sealed his doom
Before you could shout "O'Leary, look out!"
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom! 

O'Hollihan delivered ice
To Misses Clancy's flat
He'd always linger for a while
To talk of this and that
One day he kissed her
Just as Clancy walked into the room
Before you could say the time of day
Clancy lowered the boom!

Oh, that Clancy, Oh that Clancy
Whenever they got his Irish up
Clancy lowered the boom!

Sure it was the most beautiful sight you ever did see 
when Clancy Lowered The Boom

Requiem For An Angel
Composer(s): Jorma Kaukonen
Performer(s): Jorma Kaukonen



Wait for tomorrow, it'll be better than today
Wait for tomorrow, child
and let it be the words that I say
Well the sun's gonna shine, ain't gonna change my mind, no way!
When that new day comes, I know I won't be seeing no grey
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy
I wouldn't lose my mind, but all I can find is trouble
Well, though the going gets rough, I just slide on by on the double
And though that highway calls, I fly through the sky like a bubble
Ah, when the new day comes I'll be feeling fine and traveling alone!
Well everybody's trying to make me change my mind
My friend's tell me I'm just wasting my time
Well I don't care cause I'm living blind or crazy

The Real Truth
Composer(s): Steve Lukather - Fee Waybill
Performer(s): Steve Lukather



Disguise the emptiness, the disdain
Late calls, long halls with words no one hears
Reveals the loneliness and the years

Like going backwards in a revolving door
I don't know which way's out anymore

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

Cold hearts, cruel thoughts can destroy the faith
Just ask the sinner who fell from Grace
But things change and strange days can turn a point of view
Just time till eveyone gets their due

I may not save the world but I'll save myself
Can't depend on somebody else

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it

I can't run from the real truth
And not be living a lie
You can't hide from the fate chasing you
And watch it, from somebody else's eyes