I am the voice of never, never land The innocence, the dreams of every man Every chimney, every moonlit sight Every memory that you hold dear I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A soaring kite against the blue, blue sky, I am the story that will read you

Time for me to just stand up and travel new land Time for me to just take matters into my own hands Once I'm over these tracks, man I'ma never look back And I'm gone I know right where I'm going Sorry, momma, I'm grown I must travel alone Ain't gon'

There is the one That never-fading rain In your heart To tears of snow-white sorrow That hiding Amaranth In the land of the day-brave You believe on what you see You receive on what you give Caress the one

Hello, baby hello Harmony and me We're pretty good company Looking for an island In our boat upon the sea Harmony, gee I really love you And I want to love you forever And dream of the never, never, never leaving harmony

And Pablow the blowfish I miss you so bad How can I love someone I never touched? You lived under the water, but I love you so much You never been on land, and you never seen the sky You don't know what a cloud is Why does everything I love have to die?

You could never feel my story It's all you know I will not fold She's in control They all need something to hold on to They all mean well Pay your respects to society giving me hell May your dreams come to reality

(Boff Baf!) another sound of a guy (Boff Baf!) never boy, duck punk, try Say gun-man (Boff Baf!) say tell me where you get your ? from (Boff Baf!) You must of get it from the foreign land (Boff Baf!)

Misery and slaughter we left burning in our wake A legacy of torment is rightfully ours to take We sail the endless oceans We sail the raging seas The quest is never ending It leads us to destiny From lands across the sea we have returned once more With

Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the

Leaving or dead, always ahead, fed by your dread First in the line of fire, first into hostile land They are the panzer elite, born to compete, never retreat (ghost division) Tanks leading the way, leading the way Thus earning their name, earning the