Alba s touto skladbou:
American Recordings I,
V,
I just come down from the mountain
a happy man
turned on the television
should've chewed off my hand
I'm sick of all the false glory, in God we trust,
show me one dollar bill that hasn't passed through the curse
and if you break i will
i will come back again
to destroy everything you stood for
i will go on
like a soldier through the storms of love
and i, take you back
take you away from here, my friend
and charge you again
we've just come down from the mountain
where the breezes were blowing
but everything was growing
like some tree in the bush (heehaa)
still i gotta live my life here
with some pretty scary brethren (heehaa)
now i'm a rebel on a mission and baby
to live and die by my smile
and if you break my will
i will come back again
to destroy everything you stood for
i will go on
like a soldier through the storms of love
and i take you back
take you away from here, my friend
and charge you up again
charge you up again
charge you up again
let's go to Ray's, not the pizza hut
let's go to the pig, not the starbucks
let's vote for nadar
what are we waiting for
i'm gonna live to be a 164
to crib then back to the studio
to write a song so good and make a midgit grow
from the northpole down to mexico
if you don't know the words
fuck it, let's go
i will go on
like a soldier through the storms of love
and i take you back
take you away from here, my friend
and charge you up again
charge you up again
charge you up again
