Из альбома: Shaka Rock
Everything's just gone to hell
So I guess that I might as well
Feel the way I wanna feel
From the Hollywood Hills down to Ecuador
Everyone's the same when they hit the floor
We feel the way we wanna feel, woah, woah
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
When you're on your own, you're on your own
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
Times like this
You and me are just history
Like a black and white picture on a color TV
We take our secrets to the grave
We want this and we want it that way
All we ever talk about is what we say
We take our secrets to the grave, woah, woah
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
When you're on your own, you're on your own
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
We just lost control, we lost control
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
You need your rock and roll, your rock and roll
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
Times like this
Times like this
Times like this
Times like, woo, ooh, ooh
When you're on your own, you're on your own
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
We just lost control, we lost control
Times like this, woo, ooh, ooh
You need your rock and roll, your rock and roll