Getting crazy on the waltzers but it's the life that I choose Sing about the sixblade sing about the switchback and a torture tattoo And I been riding on a ghost train, where the cars they scream and slam And I don't know where I'll be tonight but I'd always tell you where I am In a screaming ring of faces I seen her standing in the light She had a ticket for the races Yea just like me she was a victim of the night I put my hand upon the lever, said let it rock and let it roll I had a one arm bandit fever There was an arrow through my heart and my soul And the big wheel keep on turning Neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love Yea love It's just a danger, when you're riding at your own risk She said, "You are the perfect stranger" She said, "Baby just keep it like this" It's just a cake walk, twisting baby step right up and say "Hey mister, give me two, give me two now 'Cause any two can play" And the big wheel on turning Neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love Oh love, love Well it's been money for muscle on a another whirligig Money for muscle and another girl I dig Another hustle just to, just to make it big And rockaway, rockaway Oh rockaway, rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me, like it always did Oh, like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids Oh, girl it looks so pretty to me, just like it always did Oh like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids (Woh la) Check it out She took off a silver locket She said remember me by this She put her hand in my pocket I got a keepsake and a kiss And in the roar of dust and diesel I stood and watched her walk away I could have caught up with her easy enough But something must have made me stay And the big wheel keep on turning Neon burning up above And I'm just high on the world Come on and take a low ride with me girl On the tunnel of love Yea love, love On the tunnel of love Wo love, love Yea I am searchin' through these carrousels And the carnival arcade, searching everywhere From steeplechase to ballastades In any shooting galleries where promises are made To rockaway, rockaway Oh rockaway, rockaway From color coats to whitney bay And to rockaway And girl it looks so pretty to me, like it always did Oh, like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids Oh, girl it looks so pretty to me, like it always did Oh like the Spanish city to me, when we were kids © STRAITJACKET SONGS LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com