| Lyrics: | (USA) Staring through the boring Monatana skyline,
wishing that this journey would come to an
end.
Rolling stoned I'm listing to the gussler,
I want a wash, I wanna' phone my
friend.
When the sun comes down, we enter our forbidden zone.
When the sun comes down,
you can't reach us on the phone.
Oh no, oh no, bang the drum, beat the gong ..
Midnight
madness and beyond ..
(Japan) I'm only five foot eight but I'm a giant,
Ginseng roots
have many mystic powers.
Bowing so much that my back is getting sore,
there's lots of gifts,
lots of lovely flowers.
(Canada) Now it seems that this lot don't want us,
blingual
forms to fill before we go.
We're not a gang of international terrorists,
we're just a band
that's come to play a show.
So beat the drum and bang the gong,
midnight madness and
beyond .. .. |
