Texty:
Bachmann Georges

You can see 'em, the things that you want But you don't have the means to buy I've been eying what you've got in stock And I'll tell you what's on my

Black witches sing their verses Of charms, hexes and curses They tried to take out my eyes But I don't have to hide I don't have to hide, I don't have

You get up every morning from your alarm clock's warning Take the 8:15 into the city There's a whistle up above and people pushin', people shovin' And

I was raised, born and bred in a prairie town When a dark eyed woman, really made me, feeling sound We both had fun in our younger years Well, I remember

Everybody's been standing around like they're ready Everybody's been going around carrying signs Come on and get a few things back together And don't

Hey you You say you wanna change the world It's alright With me, there's no regret It's my turn The circle game has brought me here And I won't let down

You are what you are I am what I am Can we all come together With some kind of plan I want you to laugh But you want me to cry Can we all come together

We rented a truck and a semi to go Travel down the long and winding road Look on the map, I think we've been here before Close the doors, let's roll once

Well, it's the same rhythm That's played in Memphis The face shows no pain But the beat is the same in New York And speed is just a bird in the night