Moribayassa (I'll Fly Away) Lyrics
| Song | Moribayassa (I'll Fly Away) |
| Artist | The Ragbirds |
| Album | Travelin’ Machine |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Chorus - | |
| Who’s got sugar? Who’s got spice? Come on, give me the sweetest little sacrifice. | |
| It’s one for the money and two for the show – (three, four,) five boys in the band, six wheels on the road. | |
| vs 1 | |
| I try to be lady-like / riding tight rope on a one wheeled bike. | |
| I’m juggling balls through a ring of fire / and all you can say is “Aim a little higher!” | |
| (Chorus) | |
| vs 2 | |
| I try to be pure and clean / riding with the boys in a traveling machine | |
| We roll the dice along the little white lines / that roll beneath us on the road’s long spine | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Bridge – | |
| This road is no place to be walking / This sky is no place to fly | |
| Just put my feet on that holy drum beat and get me rolling high. | |
| “Hard Times“ | |
| vs 1 | |
| Mother Nature’s at the battered woman’s shelter / she is waiting for a bed. | |
| I’ve got a fist full of broken strings / how am I supposed to sing? | |
| My pencil is bleeding and my heart is lead. | |
| The milk of time is dripping by the hour / I’m spilling tears and sipping tea | |
| Sitting by the blue fragile light of sleepless enemies on tv | |
| Chorus: | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to shine / unless you roll with the rocks / let them press and grind? | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth / without these hard times to polish you? | |
| vs 2 | |
| We talk like two porcupines dancing / the clumsy rhythm of self-defense | |
| Neither of us wants to hurt the other / but we’re both all prickly and sharp at every end. | |
| These days Salvation needs an army and all I’m looking for is peace | |
| To be one tiny beautiful broken part of God’s ever-unfolding mystery. | |
| (chorus) | |
| Bridge – | |
| I’m glad you kept me under your thumb / I learned all my brightest secrets in that dark place. | |
| But I crawled out and gave this voice a microphone / I crawled out and gave this broken heart a stage. | |
| Chorus: | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to shine / unless you roll with the rocks / let them press and grind? | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth / without these hard times to polish you? |
| Chorus | |
| Who' s got sugar? Who' s got spice? Come on, give me the sweetest little sacrifice. | |
| It' s one for the money and two for the show three, four, five boys in the band, six wheels on the road. | |
| vs 1 | |
| I try to be ladylike riding tight rope on a one wheeled bike. | |
| I' m juggling balls through a ring of fire and all you can say is " Aim a little higher!" | |
| Chorus | |
| vs 2 | |
| I try to be pure and clean riding with the boys in a traveling machine | |
| We roll the dice along the little white lines that roll beneath us on the road' s long spine | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge | |
| This road is no place to be walking This sky is no place to fly | |
| Just put my feet on that holy drum beat and get me rolling high. | |
| " Hard Times" | |
| vs 1 | |
| Mother Nature' s at the battered woman' s shelter she is waiting for a bed. | |
| I' ve got a fist full of broken strings how am I supposed to sing? | |
| My pencil is bleeding and my heart is lead. | |
| The milk of time is dripping by the hour I' m spilling tears and sipping tea | |
| Sitting by the blue fragile light of sleepless enemies on tv | |
| Chorus: | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to shine unless you roll with the rocks let them press and grind? | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth without these hard times to polish you? | |
| vs 2 | |
| We talk like two porcupines dancing the clumsy rhythm of selfdefense | |
| Neither of us wants to hurt the other but we' re both all prickly and sharp at every end. | |
| These days Salvation needs an army and all I' m looking for is peace | |
| To be one tiny beautiful broken part of God' s everunfolding mystery. | |
| chorus | |
| Bridge | |
| I' m glad you kept me under your thumb I learned all my brightest secrets in that dark place. | |
| But I crawled out and gave this voice a microphone I crawled out and gave this broken heart a stage. | |
| Chorus: | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to shine unless you roll with the rocks let them press and grind? | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth without these hard times to polish you? |
| Chorus | |
| Who' s got sugar? Who' s got spice? Come on, give me the sweetest little sacrifice. | |
| It' s one for the money and two for the show three, four, five boys in the band, six wheels on the road. | |
| vs 1 | |
| I try to be ladylike riding tight rope on a one wheeled bike. | |
| I' m juggling balls through a ring of fire and all you can say is " Aim a little higher!" | |
| Chorus | |
| vs 2 | |
| I try to be pure and clean riding with the boys in a traveling machine | |
| We roll the dice along the little white lines that roll beneath us on the road' s long spine | |
| Chorus | |
| Bridge | |
| This road is no place to be walking This sky is no place to fly | |
| Just put my feet on that holy drum beat and get me rolling high. | |
| " Hard Times" | |
| vs 1 | |
| Mother Nature' s at the battered woman' s shelter she is waiting for a bed. | |
| I' ve got a fist full of broken strings how am I supposed to sing? | |
| My pencil is bleeding and my heart is lead. | |
| The milk of time is dripping by the hour I' m spilling tears and sipping tea | |
| Sitting by the blue fragile light of sleepless enemies on tv | |
| Chorus: | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to shine unless you roll with the rocks let them press and grind? | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth without these hard times to polish you? | |
| vs 2 | |
| We talk like two porcupines dancing the clumsy rhythm of selfdefense | |
| Neither of us wants to hurt the other but we' re both all prickly and sharp at every end. | |
| These days Salvation needs an army and all I' m looking for is peace | |
| To be one tiny beautiful broken part of God' s everunfolding mystery. | |
| chorus | |
| Bridge | |
| I' m glad you kept me under your thumb I learned all my brightest secrets in that dark place. | |
| But I crawled out and gave this voice a microphone I crawled out and gave this broken heart a stage. | |
| Chorus: | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to shine unless you roll with the rocks let them press and grind? | |
| How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth without these hard times to polish you? |
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