Song | Home of the Brave |
Artist | The Nails |
Album | Mood Swing |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Oh God of Hell | |
I said I love the suit | |
That the devil gave me | |
To wear to Beirut | |
Where the whores are dancing | |
On the table tops | |
And the juke box plays | |
Apocalyptic bebop | |
Well I love Paris | |
I love the dizzy streets | |
Where the flowers of sin | |
Bloom in the heat | |
If I were a ghost | |
I’d be pleased | |
Living among these | |
French mysteries | |
But the place to go’s | |
Another latitude | |
Where Jesus is wearing | |
His blue suede shoes | |
And the pink neon lights | |
Up the thoroughfares | |
Between what is | |
And what’s not there | |
You know the place | |
It’s not too far away | |
Let’s take a trip | |
To the Home of the Brave | |
Forget about London | |
Forget about Spain | |
Get out of New York | |
Take the Train to the Plane | |
Hong Kong smells like dying fish | |
And Berlin still stinks of Auschwitz | |
I wanna go where the wild things play | |
I wanna go to the Home of the Brave | |
Somebody meet me at the airport | |
At about half past ten | |
Tell Jose, Nikita and all the boys | |
Down in the bunker | |
Marc Campbell is coming home again |
Oh God of Hell | |
I said I love the suit | |
That the devil gave me | |
To wear to Beirut | |
Where the whores are dancing | |
On the table tops | |
And the juke box plays | |
Apocalyptic bebop | |
Well I love Paris | |
I love the dizzy streets | |
Where the flowers of sin | |
Bloom in the heat | |
If I were a ghost | |
I' d be pleased | |
Living among these | |
French mysteries | |
But the place to go' s | |
Another latitude | |
Where Jesus is wearing | |
His blue suede shoes | |
And the pink neon lights | |
Up the thoroughfares | |
Between what is | |
And what' s not there | |
You know the place | |
It' s not too far away | |
Let' s take a trip | |
To the Home of the Brave | |
Forget about London | |
Forget about Spain | |
Get out of New York | |
Take the Train to the Plane | |
Hong Kong smells like dying fish | |
And Berlin still stinks of Auschwitz | |
I wanna go where the wild things play | |
I wanna go to the Home of the Brave | |
Somebody meet me at the airport | |
At about half past ten | |
Tell Jose, Nikita and all the boys | |
Down in the bunker | |
Marc Campbell is coming home again |
Oh God of Hell | |
I said I love the suit | |
That the devil gave me | |
To wear to Beirut | |
Where the whores are dancing | |
On the table tops | |
And the juke box plays | |
Apocalyptic bebop | |
Well I love Paris | |
I love the dizzy streets | |
Where the flowers of sin | |
Bloom in the heat | |
If I were a ghost | |
I' d be pleased | |
Living among these | |
French mysteries | |
But the place to go' s | |
Another latitude | |
Where Jesus is wearing | |
His blue suede shoes | |
And the pink neon lights | |
Up the thoroughfares | |
Between what is | |
And what' s not there | |
You know the place | |
It' s not too far away | |
Let' s take a trip | |
To the Home of the Brave | |
Forget about London | |
Forget about Spain | |
Get out of New York | |
Take the Train to the Plane | |
Hong Kong smells like dying fish | |
And Berlin still stinks of Auschwitz | |
I wanna go where the wild things play | |
I wanna go to the Home of the Brave | |
Somebody meet me at the airport | |
At about half past ten | |
Tell Jose, Nikita and all the boys | |
Down in the bunker | |
Marc Campbell is coming home again |