di LaBrie, Moore, Myung, Petrucci, Portnoy

DREAM THEATRE

Live another day

Climb a little higher

Find another reason to stay

Ashes in your hands

Mercy in your eyes

If you’re searching for a silent sky…

You won’t find it here

Look another way

You won’t find it here

So die another day

The coldness of this words

The message in his silence,

“Face the candle to the wind…”

This distance in my voice

Isn’t leaving you a choice

So if you’re looking for a time to run away……

di Jones, Biggs

SEX PISTOLS

God save the sex pistols they’re a bunch of wholesome blokes
They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes
God save television keep the programms pure
God save William Grundy from falling in manure

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk

God save Martin Boorman and nazis on the run
They wasn’t being wicked God that was their idea of fun
God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady
Even though he’s horrible and she ain’t what you call a lady

Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk
Now he says he’s seen the light and he sold his soul to punk…