No. 5243605 Smith — текст песни (Bryan Adams)

Stone cold cell
Raised from hell
Holdin` me
For first degree
One more morn
For calm, for dawn
You shall see
They`ll come for me

I confessed
I`ve been blessed
All I need is one last request

I`ll only get up in the morning
Tearin` down the songs
Hearing the radio
Blarin`, darin`, dancin` vigorly down the hall
We`ll get in the do, I did it
Shoo-bee-doo`s and all
Give us the grass around to tumble down
That gobbles our way, rock`n`roll
I wanna get up in the morning
Tearin` down the walls
I`ve got to face my music
Fore I face my lord

To think this is over
A crazy kind of show
Can`t any of you tell me
Is there a better way to go?
Oh no!

5:15
Now`s the time
I`ll be fine
Here`s my music one more time

I`ll be here in the early morning
Tearin` down the song
Knockin` the radio
Blarin`, darin`, dancin` vigorly down the hall
I`ll get in the do, did it
Shoo-bee-doo`s and all
Watchin` the grass around
A rollin` round to good old passion rock`n`roll
I`ll be here in the early morning
Tearin` down these walls

The music played and I must say I really had a ball
And now I guess I gotta go and meet those odd people down the hall

I don`t wanna go this way
Though I know I`ve gotta pay
Would it change things anyway
If I said I`d like to stay?
What da ya say?