Welcome to my page!
Lead the zeppelin to nirvana for my
Buddies and their hollies
The rolling stone of iron may then clash
Be aware of the police, motor heads and beach boys
They’ve creamed the doors with anthrax
Guns and roses may not stop them
Turn up the radio
Turn up and blast your stereo
All you wanna hear is the gratest song of all time
It’s not been written yet
So we are playing this one
Garden sounds like black crows kissing
Floyed turned pink and Ramone is missing
While eagles and wailers are fighting against the foo
Jane gets addicted and santa’s n.a.
Please chuck all your berries away
Rapid eye movement makes your day feel green
Blood, sweat and tears – hail to the Queen
She was in a rage against the machines
Her grateful death was senseless
Sex and pistols may not stop them
(Guadalajara - Turn Up)
