Sealing off the wealthy nations.
Furthering the separations.
The squadron carries new emotions for now.
It's been forty-seven years to date now. »
In the Strategy Room
All the Falsest Hearts Can Try
by Centro-Matic
|
Drifting about through the cauliflower trees
With a cauliflower ear for the birds
The squadron assembled what senses they had
And this is the sound that »
Back in Judy's Jungle
Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy)
by Brian Eno
|
need my squadron
I was flying before d-day
Now I'm warning you of falling
I'll tell you when you're going down
Sometimes I get these questions
It »
The Aircrash Bureau
Telekon
by Gary Numan
|
need my squadron
I was flying before D-day
Now I'm warning you of falling
I'll tell you when you're going down
Sometimes I get these questions
It »
The Aircrash Bureau
Micromusic
by Gary Numan
|
the night now
Blood on the paving stones, blood on the walls
As the city of wisdom falls
Conquering squadrons march in
With banners the colour of sin »
The Fall [*]
Stateless [Stateless...Plus]
by Lene Lovich
|
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no »
The Foggy Dew
The Long Black Veil
by Sinéad O'Connor
|
Little squadrons, dropping thimbles of Napalm
They want you
What do they want?
What do they want?
Tiny people, with little guns
Little armies march, »
Little Guns
Good for Your Soul
by Oingo Boingo
|
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no »
The Foggy Dew
American Favorite Ballads, Vol. 4
by Pete Seeger
|
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When armed line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipes did hum, no battle »
The Foggy Dew
The Best of the Dubliners: Irish Favorites
by The Dubliners
|
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no »
The Foggy Dew
The Rising of the Moon: Irish Songs of Rebellion
by Tommy Makem
|
I was down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by
No pipe did hum
No »
The Foggy Dew
Wide World Over: A 40 Year Celebration [Japan Bonus Track]
by The Chieftains
|
It was down the glen one Easter morn, to a city fair rode I
There Ireland's lines of marching men, in squadron passed me by
No pipes did hum or no »
The Foggy Dew
Finnegan's Wake
by Tommy Makem
|
be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
[Chorus]
Because I chose to play the fool in »
What a Waste!
Jukebox Dury
by Ian Dury
|
the squadron entourage
Lookin like ghetto superstars
Epmd's the name, there's no mistaken
I rob you for all you got, and keep takin
The blah-blah buck off »
House Party
Out of Business
by EPMD
|
[Erick Sermon]
EPMD
Erick and Parrish Millennium Ducats
squadron, uh-huh
[Erick Sermon]
Haha, let me introduce my DJ, Scratch the black Balboa »
Intro
Business Is Business
by PMD
|
be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
What a waste
[Chorus]
Because I chose to play the fool in »
What a Waste
The Way of Curve 1990/2004
by Ian Dury
|
was bigger than an elephant
Insignificant little things (insignificant)
When they're on their own (on their own)
But put them in a squadron
They'll eat »
Critters on My Crackers
Birthday Party
by Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen
|
Calling all wild out squadron, come report to duty
Sexy ladies with the duty come shake that booty, JA girls
[Chorus:]
Breakout, breakout (Bruk »
Breakout
Trinity [Bonus CD]
by Sean Paul
|
smashed them from the sky
The scattered squadron of mankind stabs right into the churned up ether
Of long forgotten birdless flights
Beethoven, »
Beethoven
Dreamscapes
by Alphaville
|
the enemy will never raise
Magic Dragon
Spit tracer bullets expose our hiding place
Magic Dragon
Iron monsters destroy with rage
First squadron obey »
Magic Dragon
Agent Orange
by Sodom
|
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
Their armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle »
The Foggy Dew
Breathe
by The Young Dubliners
|
vincerà?
Perché in fondo
Lo squadrone siamo noi
Lo squadrone siamo noi» »
La Dura Legge del Gol
Tutto Max
by 883
|
will take us one step higher than we were
Striking squadron, crushing tanks on our trail
There is no weapon, radar rockets bound to fail
Setting »
Nuclear Fire
Nuclear Fire
by Primal Fear
|
squadrons cause havoc and terror
Winged Assassins - Seek their prey
Camouflage colours impair observation
Insignia painted depicting its nation »
Winged Assassins
Monument of Metal
by Anvil
|
attack on pointless rap shit
Breakin MC's down to fractions, tell your squadron
It's time to go to war, reaction
The concerto, of the desperado »
Concerto of Desparado
Illadelph Halflife
by The Roots
|
| Like Lyrics.net? Why won't you tell a friend about us? |
