Classic Rock - Finish the Lyrics
I guess there is no one to blame, we're leaving ground (leaving ground) will things ever be the same again...
It's the final countdown.
That's me in the corner, that's me in the spot-light, losing my religion...
Trying to keep up with you, and I don't know if I can do it.
TNT I'm dynamite...
TNT and I'll win the fight
Sometimes all I think about is you, late nights in the middle of June.
Heat Waves
Smooth Criminal
Michel Jackson
Mama, ooooh (any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die...
I some times wish I'd never been born at all.
I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matter...
I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn't even matter.
Singing I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the jukebox baby...
I love rock and roll, so come and take your time and dance with me
Billie Jean is, not my lover, she's just a girl who, claims that I am the one, but the kid is not my son.
Billie jean
Sweet Child o' Mine
Guns 'n' Roses
There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold...
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known...
Don't know where it goes, but it's only me, and I walk alone.
Sound of the drums, beating in my heart, the thunder of guns, (yeah) tore me apart...
You've been thunderstruck.
Empty spaces, what are we living for, abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on, does anybody know what we are looking for, another hero, another mindless crime, behind the curtain, in the pantomime, hold the line, does anybody want to take it anymore.
The Show Must go on
ZARI (Greece Eurovision tour 2024)
Marina Satti
Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone...
All and all you're just another brick in the wall.
But you see, it's not me, it's not my family, in your head, in your head, they are fighting...
With their tanks and their bombs, and their bombs, and their guns, in your head, in your head, they are crying.
Smoke on the water...
And fire in the sky.
So close, no matter how far, couldn't be much more from the heart, forever trusting who we are, and nothing else matters.
Nothing Else Matters
Imagine
John Lennon
I see a red door and I want it painted black...
No colours anymore I want them to turn black.
Let me go on, like I blister in the sun...
Let me go on, big hands, I know you're the one.
Exit light, enter night, take my hand
We're off to never-never land.
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans, my father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambling man needs, is a suitcase, and a trunk, and the only time that he is satisfied, is when he's all drunk.
House of the Rising Sun
Time
Pink Floyd