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Albums:

Glitter In the Air (DJ Cover This) · Air/Pure Air (Anneke van Giersbergen) · Golden Groups & Glitter Sounds (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Glitter in the Gutter (Jesse Malin) · Love and Glitter, Hot Days and Muzik [Bonus Tracks] (Helen Love) · Rock and Roll: Gary Glitter's Greatest Hits (Gary Glitter) · Glitter in the Gutter [Enhanced] (Jesse Malin) · Glitter (Mariah Carey) · Glitter Years: Rarities & Gems (Bangles) · DJ's Choice Karaoke Glitter Girl (DJ's Choice) – and 90 other albums »


of love but I'm coming up for air

Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you
I smell the sickness sown
glitter
Like a jewel sailing softly
Through the air

With everything to live for
Sometimes you're seeing just ahead
Wear your vision and find that
upon his back 
A small boy by the hand 
The three of them were dressed in rags 
And thinner than the air 
And all six eyes stared fixedly on you
I sat there alone upon the ferris wheel
A pastel colored carriage in the air
I thought you'd leave me dangling for a little while
A silly twist
Roll Me Back in Time Lyrics
He was just a boy of seventeen
And I was older by a year
And we spent everything we ever made

To get away from here
alive

The spots behind my eyes they glitter in the dark
As they get closer they illuminate their mark (Whoa)

Everybody stares into the headlights
of love but I'm coming up for air

Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you
I smell the sickness sown
Now don't be fooled by fools who promise you
The world and all that glitters more fool you

I'm such a hungry man that I beg you over and over
of dances

The whips whip up fast to slice the air it’s flashy
Gilded pharaohs, they’re moving when I’m strapped up

With our chains
And our wings
With
will reveal
Mi a go make you wear a ring like shaquille o' neal
Keep it real with me and I'll keep it real, you know

Don't be fooled by my glitter
down like pure salvation
It offers all its amnesty

And makes your neighbor different see
By the light of that fir tree
And this old bar
Electrified in
time)

throwing handfuls of confetti in the air

A minute past midnight
A minute past midnight
The countdown is over now
Another year has passed us by
I sat there alone upon the ferris wheel
A pastel colored carriage in the air
I thought you'd leave me dangling for a little while
A silly twist
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
Your sweat mixed in my glitter 
Don't be afraid of acting out your age 
Oh yeah, oh yeah 

'cause we do not have to be a work of fiction 
To tear it all
got rips in they jeans man I started that
Hood by air man I started that
Niggas claim they the God of black
Well your name is purple I'm the God
doesn't live by bread alone

The devil finallly said, "Jesus, if You'll just worship me
"Then I'll give you gold that glitters
"Every crown, and all You
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
walks by is every woman you'll never have
Beautiful, quick and poisonous as mercury
The city is full of women slim and busy
Hoping there is room in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in the house
another Saturday night
Not with you in attendance
So throw your hands in the air
And wave them like you just don't care
It's on a whim; it's on a dare
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house

Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer

Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
'Til the fiercest rhythm'll spit air condition glitter and wrist cool
Fuck doom, I don't age
Cut "Boom" up loud and see a mushroom cloud on stage
Do