Lyrics:
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want
a day
Am I wrong am I right
Do I care living life
On my own papa's home what am I feeling like
Musician premonition what you call it...
Do your thing
Forget about the ghetto, and rap for the pop charts
Some musicians cuss at home
But scared to use profanity when upon the microphone
Yeah, they want
Berlin is a home for many musicians from all around the world
Just as like its world-famous night club culture, with electronic music as majority
Now we all live in a small comfy place
The beds are soft and nurses so great
The home for musicians great in their days is offering whisky
If we promise
I wrong am I right do I care living life
On my own papa's home what am I feeling like
Musician premonition what you call it
Do your thing with back
on home to me
If I were a musician, I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me,
on home to me
If I were a musician, I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me,
Jane is a groupee, ah
Jane makes whoopee, ah
She's got a thing for the guys in the band
Every musician's biggest fan
She claps her hands without
continue to walk all over you
In an old-age home
A poor musician sings
Hoping the warmth of his breath
Can curb the winter sting
As dirty water seeps
continue to walk all over you
In an old-age home
A poor musician sings
Hoping the warmth of his breath
Can curb the winter sting
As dirty water seeps
Cindy Cindy, Come on home to me
If I were a musician I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you
I wanna be famous, have a cover on the rolling stone
I want my name on the walk of fame and a million dollar home
I wanna be a musician but there's
When I was fifteen, sixteen
When I started really to play guitar
I definitely wanted to become a musician
It was almost impossible because, it was
When I was fifteen, sixteen
When I started really to play guitar
I definitely wanted to become a musician
It was almost impossible because, it was
other please check where I'm living
We got athletes musicians home of some politicians
We make our own sounds world come take a listen
Cause songs from
the boys in the band
She knows when they come to town
Every musician's fan after the curtain comes down
She waits at backstage doors
For those who have
of the musicians
In this great choir
That took me all the way back
To the living room at home
When she was six and seven years of age
I saw you crying and I saw you
the boys in the band
She knows when they come to town
Every musician's fan after the curtain comes down
She waits at backstage doors
For those who have
mine
With voices gentle and meaningless like the voice of sleeping birds
One is an artist, he is living at home
One is a musician, she is living at home
with voices gentle and meaningless like the voices of sleeping birds. One is an artist, he is living at home. One is a musician, she is living at home
in the band, she knows when they come to town
Every musician's fan after the curtains comes down
She waits at backstage doors for those who have
writers and thinkers, musicians and drinkers
And home to a slimy little fella called Mister Slug
For sure he’s got taste, he eats from the prettiest salads
This is a story of the waltzing mouse
His named and Johann and he lived in Vienna
Of the home of Johann Strauss
Each day, as this famous musician
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