out I can't see how I'll last another day. Che Gama Che Che Che Gama Che Gama Che Che Che Gama Che Gama Che Che Che Gama Che Gama Che Che Che Gama Oh
quanti a navigare. Quante strane coincidenze tra La Spezia e Firenze, quanti uomoni di scienze, quanti pesci, quante lenze e infondate le credenze che affondano nel blu Vasco De Gama
Prevod: Jumbo. Gamma.
Prevod: Panda. 3 +1 za Karely De Gama.
: You've never been in a fight but you will be tonight If you're hip to the groove you will see You know the end is nigh, you've got to hang 'em high
: Ninjas! kunoichi and oniwaban unite... dealing in murder by blowdarts tonight... your shogun is calling, order is falling... It's time to strap up
: Sitting in the house, watching High Spirits Steve Guttenberg preparing to rock Sitting on the bus, listening to the Terminator soundtrack Tahnee Cain
: Back to the castle... returning you might say... there's a vat of brains and it's brain mashing day, the lord of the manor has been up to no good...
: A sailor's map in an occult store, In a place where no shop ever stood before Making plain that near the old town square Abandoned ruins still standing
: Wake one day, get out of bed Drop your Choc Dip as you look outside There's a glowing pyramid on the edge of town Its presence there comes as a surprise
: Drinking and dancing and female nudity Dancing round the bonfire as they weave their witchery Disembrained bodies coming back from the dead Disembowelled
: An unlucky dip in the bargain bin A ghostly tape with daemons within Written on the label was an ancient hand Told of distant times and of worrisome
: Napoleon Blownapart, 1610 - Martin Luther, they did it again World War Two, 1945 - tourists from the future, they did not survive Panzers at Hastings
: Mankind laughed and nature wept Through alarm bells we have slept We brought this upon ourselves Pollution made the icecaps melt We plundered forests
: The city is stunned, a madman is loose He's brandishing a mallet for malleting heads Victims are mounting in alleys and lanes Where are the police
: I killed Bob Morton 'cause he made a mistake Dick Jones! Dick Jones! Now it's time to erase that mistake Dick Jones! Dick Jones! Y'see, I've got this
: Thrashing around, banging your head Wrecking your room, there's sick on the bed So stick on destruction, crack open a beer Your deafened-up neighbours
: Riding the motorway to whence I go Hell is the next stop with this cargo of souls Only the damned are in my boot Speed metal, the floor to my foot
