Song | Screaming Through December |
Artist | Daryl Hall & John Oates |
Album | War Babies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
What a crew we made up there was faustus | |
Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a jersey shore | |
And sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much | |
Back in '64 | |
And me and phazon out of phase, of least my temporary | |
Name for the day | |
Oh, blown away and screaming | |
All blown away and screaming | |
All blown away and screaming thru' december | |
We crossed state lines we were burning | |
Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel | |
Of the wheel | |
Miami, just a cold hearted word | |
From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field | |
We laughed just o take up some time my (hmmm) job | |
Was staring to dry, and we went screaming thru' december | |
"quasar, quasar", where the first words i heard from faustas | |
All day | |
And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking | |
His blade | |
I sighed bleary-eyed, and tried to remember the way, as we | |
Went screaming | |
A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you're living a | |
Hundred years in one | |
And sammy, she went home and now she's living in a room with | |
A gun | |
Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer | |
As he went screaming | |
As he went screaming | |
As he went screaming thru' december |
What a crew we made up there was faustus | |
Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a jersey shore | |
And sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much | |
Back in ' 64 | |
And me and phazon out of phase, of least my temporary | |
Name for the day | |
Oh, blown away and screaming | |
All blown away and screaming | |
All blown away and screaming thru' december | |
We crossed state lines we were burning | |
Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel | |
Of the wheel | |
Miami, just a cold hearted word | |
From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field | |
We laughed just o take up some time my hmmm job | |
Was staring to dry, and we went screaming thru' december | |
" quasar, quasar", where the first words i heard from faustas | |
All day | |
And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking | |
His blade | |
I sighed blearyeyed, and tried to remember the way, as we | |
Went screaming | |
A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you' re living a | |
Hundred years in one | |
And sammy, she went home and now she' s living in a room with | |
A gun | |
Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer | |
As he went screaming | |
As he went screaming | |
As he went screaming thru' december |
What a crew we made up there was faustus | |
Burnt out from playing too many bars, on a jersey shore | |
And sammy, almost bald from ironing her hair too much | |
Back in ' 64 | |
And me and phazon out of phase, of least my temporary | |
Name for the day | |
Oh, blown away and screaming | |
All blown away and screaming | |
All blown away and screaming thru' december | |
We crossed state lines we were burning | |
Although the cold could freeze your hand, to the steel | |
Of the wheel | |
Miami, just a cold hearted word | |
From a warm smiling man on a sign in a field | |
We laughed just o take up some time my hmmm job | |
Was staring to dry, and we went screaming thru' december | |
" quasar, quasar", where the first words i heard from faustas | |
All day | |
And giggling he apologized and then returned to flicking | |
His blade | |
I sighed blearyeyed, and tried to remember the way, as we | |
Went screaming | |
A year does go by what a difference, twelve months can make when you' re living a | |
Hundred years in one | |
And sammy, she went home and now she' s living in a room with | |
A gun | |
Faustas ate glass for an appetizer, and bled all over his synthesizer | |
As he went screaming | |
As he went screaming | |
As he went screaming thru' december |