Two Fish Paroles

Paroles de Two Fish

On my way, bearing down\r\nAbout to breach the edge of this town\r\nSick and tired, skin and bones\r\nItching for a purified sound\r\nSix, six, sixty-nine\r\nLike Death Valley Sixty-Nine\r\nIt\'s like the six, six, six\r\nWell, the six, six, six\r\nYeah, the Summer of Sicty-Nine\r\n\r\nSweating red, looking up\r\nThrough the glass at a new kind of sky\r\nNo more moon to blur the eyes\r\nNo more chance to let it slip by\r\nDoing six, six, sixty-nine\r\nMiles per second on the road on the sky\r\nPushing down, down - yeah, down inside\r\nDown inside the pit of the sky