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Gentlemen, Start Your Engines (Favez) · Gentlemen, Start Your Engines (Favez) · Start Your Engines (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Zone 105: Zone Sessions (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live from the Free Zone (Hutchinson, Hutch) · America's Living in a War Zone [Cassette Single] (Gamilah Shabazz) · Live from the Twilight Zone [DVD] (Golden Earring) · Fireball Zone (Ric Ocasek) · Twilight Zone (Iron Maiden) · In the Zone (Ivy Queen) – and 90 other albums »


It started at an early age, I guess around 13,
I'd hear those engines on the street and my how they would scream.
They'd pull into the driveway
London is drowning, and I, I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
error, but I have no fear
London is drowning-and I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London
'Cause London is drowning, and I, I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling
to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out with my soul untouched
I hid in
to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and come out with my soul untouched
I hid in
sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone,
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it to the telephone.

Los Angeles give me
the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone,
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it
the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it
the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone;
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it
the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it
London is drowning, and I, I live by the river

London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, you can go it alone
London calling to the zombies
at the terminal gate.

Swing low chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone; 
Cut your engines, an cool your wings, 
And let me make it
v6 engines when I be 

enterin' - grammatical vortexes twistin' like rolodexes context is 

randomly selected ran like red lights by eager
in the zone

Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by

I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your
the terminal gate.

Swing low sweet chariot, come down easy
Taxi to the terminal zone,
Cut your engines, cool your wings,
And let me make it
to pain and crossed by the rain and I walked on a crooked crutch
I strolled all alone through a fallout zone and came out with my soul untouched
I hid in
emu's in the zone

Mist covers the ground
In the city
Engine rumbles quiet
As we drift by

I wish you could see it
Through my crooked eye
Oh your
Passed the warships through the neutral zone
Our engines sheared the night as we raced for home

Caught in the crossfire
Caught in a world insane, lord
War
all your conscious go and blow it by the o
I'm here but my minds gone

And its gettin' hard to see you cause my eyes low
Marijuana minutes, nigga
the (sumthin')
All the people when they see me like snoop turn it up!

I'm in my zone ma' fucka
Get stuck in the ribs by old bone crusher
2 tone leather with
cross your heart and hope to die
Promising to tell no lies
Baby you're an alibi

Looking out the window
I can hear the engine roar
Cobalt Blue
to the terminal zone
Cut your engines, cool your wings
And let me make it to the telephone
Los Angeles give me Norfolk Virginia
Tidewater four ten O nine
Tell
personal
If the spot ain't yours, who you work for?
13 and he ready to get to work though
Drive by, hit the deck, shots lick, then the whip swerve off
Area's dense with the flow from the sentence 

Engine powered by five hundred horses 
Press by a threat of joint forces 
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