blood will flow when flesh and steel are oneDrying

no, no, noNo-no, no, no, noNo, no, no, still

Just a castawayAn island lost at seaAnother lonely dayWith no one

page, an empty field of snowMy room is 25

a man of my age shaves his face in

18 hundred and 59, the engineer BrunelWould build the greatest

You'll walk unscathed through musket fireNo ploughman's blade will cut thee

is no rose of such virtueAs is the rose that

de "Africain à je pense à toi je

Cheb layli, ohHathe mada tawilaWa ana nahos ana wahala

your soul be your pilotLet your soul guide youHe'll guide

I ride don't be slowIf your whistle can blowFifteen

laughed when I told themI wanted you, I wanted

place has changed for goodYour economic theory said it

million years agoYou walked upon the planet soLord of

on the still see your shadows in my roomCan't

Demolition, demolitionDemolition, demolitionTied to the tracks and the train's fast

Lord Bateman was a noble lordA noble lord of high degreeImprisoned

Sittin' in the mornin' sunI'll be sittin' when the evenin' comesWatchin'

1: said what are the chancesWe'd find each other