Peter Cincotti - Broken children

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Who s that face
On today’s front page
Sticking to my shoe
Empty eyes
And a real good smile
That s all it takes
To sell the news
She got her name
On Gotham s tongue
But Mama Fame
She eats her young
And half a buck
Ain t half the price you pay

When you got
Broken children
Shot in black and white
Chasing wasted lives
And they can t wait
To go there

Daddy s money
Bought a first class seat
And they all just fly away
On a jet plane to nowhere
On a jet plane to nowhere

Well I m at a house party
At the Taj Mahal
The portrait hanging
On the wall
Has got too much wine
In her head
And she gets too close
And grabs my face
And says
If you like this place
Well, then you ought to see my bed
She gives an order
To the staff
Looks up
For the photograph
It s hard to know
If you should
Laugh or cry

When you got
Broken children
Shot in black and white
Chasing wasted lives
And they can t wait
To go there

Daddy s money
Bought a first class seat
And they all just fly away
On a jet plane to nowhere

The Hampton’s
Is a summer dream
Where little kings
Chase little queens
They eat it up like
Hungry wolverines
And it looks like
The fabric of their life is
Sewn tight
But it s ripping at the seams

Broken children
Shot in black and white
Chasing wasted lives
And they can t wait
To go there

Daddy s money
Bought a first class seat
And they all just fly away
On a jet plane to nowhere
Oh on a jet plane to nowhere
Oh on a jet plane to nowhere

Inne utwory

  • Raise the roof
  • The girl for me tonight
  • Some kind of beautiful
  • St. Louis blues
  • Comes love
  • Cinderella beautiful
  • Another falling star
  • I love Paris
  • Are you the one
  • Sway
  • Come live your life with me
  • I changed the rules
  • Rainbow connection
  • Up on the roof
  • Always watching you
  • Make it out alive
  • Be careful
  • Man on a mission
  • December boys
  • Losowe utwory

    Feed the machine

    It s living and it s breathing
    It s growing deep inside me
    Just like a disease, yeah
    Just like a disease
    Swallowed up and slowly stranged
    Every second is eternal
    And I just don t need it
    And I just don t...

    Wie es ist

    Es ist weit wie das Meer
    Und vielleicht auch so schwer
    Ich frag mich, wie das jetzt mit dir wär
    Ich ertrinke innerlich
    Die Gedanken treiben mich
    weit, weit weg zu dir
    Keine Ahnung was passiert
    wenn ich s trotzdem probier
    Bist du mein Netz und fängst mich auf?
    Denn...

    The reverend King

    The viseral application of death in your own (applications)
    Your own time (time)
    The wedges of strength lie beyond you

    Discover What it is that you need...

    The reverend king said:
    All the lights are gone (all the lights are gone)
    All the lights are gone and the tracks,
    The tracks that turn us into space.

    Seeing...

    Missing you

    This right here
    Goes out
    To everyone
    That has lost someone that they truly love

    Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
    I laced the track and you locked the flow
    So far from hanging on the block for dough

    Infatuation - memories

    Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
    Memories, sweet memories
    Lost in these memories
    Lost I should stay

    Days, brilliant days
    Love filled these brilliant days
    These days are foregone
    Alone, alone I pray

    Love that was wonderful
    Love nobody knows
    My head it cries from wall to wall
    My heart will scream...