.Gasoline Alley, dressed in petrol blue
Skipsy's head-butting pavements, he's got nothing else to do
The Jacks got a tattoo of a burning Joan of Arc
A nightingale is crying in the dark
The busker's called a concert singing soft and slow
The breathing's hanging heavy in Halfway to Nowhe.
Have you been looking for lyrics of your favorite song, too long? Lyrics has got them all listed out for you by your favorite songwriters, artists neatly arranged by albums you love. Simply,Choose an album, artist or lyricist and start discovering lyrics of your favorite songs.
Allow To View All Exclusive Content & Notifications 🔔