[one_half]JERUSALEM (MR. B)
Millions of people standing like ghosts
Waiting for the entrance sign
To heaven or hell or
Whatever they call
The place of oblivion
After the bomb drops
Death wears a big hat and a thin red tie
He dances in front of all the cameras
Death has a satchel his buddies carry
And in it inside is the key to the world
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Somewhere in Palestine
A crazy angry man wants to rule the world
So he buys himself an atom bomb
And drops it on your head
& You know what he wants
Cos you won’t have a face to hold on to
Yeah, hold on to
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
I don’t want to hear about this shit
I don’t want to know about your confessions
There’s nothing in this life that really means
As much as me and you
And life is so important
And all you’re talking about is bombs
Pouring all that money down the drain
We don’t want to hear about it
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
I don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Oh no
I don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Wooh
I don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Here comes now Mr. B 29
B 29
B 29
Millions of people standing like ghosts
Waiting for the entrance sign
To heaven or hell or
Whatever they call
Place of oblivion
After the bomb
Here comes Mr. B, B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
Ooh, Here comes Mr. B 29
Here comes Mr. B 29
I don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
No
I don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Wooh, sing it
I don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Don’t want to die
Here she? comes now Mr. B 29
B 29
B 29[one_half]I’M COMING UP
He’s got a little something
Start heading for the wall
Dreaming about something
Means nothing at all
We’ll put him on the tv
And make him lots of videos
You can smile for the girlies
& be on breakfast shows
Alright boys
Come on boys
Alright boys, yeah
Hey, whoa
I’m Climbing Up A Bloody Great Hill
Hey, whoa ho
I’m Climbing Up
I’m Climbing Up, up, up, up
Everything is groovy
But everything ain’t good
Why am I so misunderstood?
He’s got a little something
Sings to radio man
Yes he’s got a little something
Something to produce so now
They wanna buy em up
For the screaming girls
Who haven’t got a clue
What it means to be living
In a horrible evil little world
Come on boys, yeah
Hey, whoa
I’m Climbing Up A Bloody Great Hill
Hey, whoa ho
I’m Climbing Up
I’m Climbing Up, up, up, up
Everything is groovy
But everything ain’t good
Why am I so misunderstood?
Why am I so misunderstood, boys and girls?
Hey, whoa
I’m Climbing Up A Bloody Great Hill
Hey, whoa ho
I’m Climbing Up
I’m Climbing Up
Up! Up!
Everything is groovy
But everything ain’t good
why am I so misunder
Everything is groovy
But everything ain’t good
why am I so misunder
Hey mister, producer man
Give me a break man
Give me a break yeah
Hey mister, producer man
I want to be famous so badly
So badly, so uh uh uh [/one_half][one_half_last]JERUSALEM (MR. B)
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[title]ASCOLTA IL BRANO[/title]