(Catt Gravitt/James LeBlanc)
Bouncin' on the dashboardBoppin' to the beat
To every bump in the road
Every hole in the street
Bought him at the Walmart
Got 'em on sale
The last one sittin' there dusty on the shelf
It's just a tiny figurine....
But are we missin' what it means....
We got crosses on our necks
Bibles in hand
When the sun comes out
We make our own plans
We pull him out when we need him
Put him back when we're done
Ain't no way to treat god's only son....
If we only wanna hear him
When his words will please us
Then we might as well be prayin' to a Plastic Jesus
Ol' Miss Jackson
At the end of the block
She built her life
Upon that rock
Everyday of the week
She walks that walk
And when she goes to speak
The spirit talks
It do us some good to heed that warning
It ain't just about Sunday morning
Lord, knows we'd be better off
If we could just surrender all....
[Talking] Ay we ready, ay ay we ready (aaaah) Tell em we ready, if we tell them again (Houston Texas) Tell em we ready, if we tell them again Tell em we ready, if
Let's dance Let's dance Let's dance, put on your red shoes and dance the blues Let's dance, to the song they're playin' on the radio Let's sway, while colour lights up your face Let's sway,
До Свидания, Лето
Снова птицы в стаи собираются, Ждет их за моря дорога дальняя. Яркое, веселое, зеленое, До свиданья, лето, до свидания! За окном сентябрь Провода качает, За окном с утра Серый дождь стеной.
You Can’t Steal My Love
I was walking down the street with my chains tied up to my feet I leaned instead of jiggie with the sidewalk Now this street tells the same old boring tale that
[Originally by Freddy Quinn] Wer will nicht mit Gammlern verwechselt werden? WIR! Wer sorgt sich um den Frieden auf Erden? WIR! Ihr lungert herum in Parks und in Gassen, wer kann eure sinnlose Faulheit