58 lyrics for "Ut Deo, Deo"
Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? The video game says "play me" Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a
PlayI'm gonna stand on a rooftop, climb up a mountaintop Baby, scream and shout I want to sing it on the radio, show it on a video Baby, leave no doubt I want the whole world to know just what I'm all about I love to love you out loud I have always been a
PlayWho made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? The video game says "play me" Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a
PlayNow I'm here (now I'm here) Yes, you made me live again Here I stand (here I stand) Looked around, around, around, around, around But you won't see me (but you won't see me) Now I'm there (now I'm there) Just a new man
PlayI've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the
PlayYou're out of touch I'm out of time When you're not around But I'm out of my head Out of touch Out of time And soul really matters to me Out of touch Shake it up is all that we know
PlayOh yeah, once upon a time in the west Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit Scaring the pedestrians for a minute Crossing up progress driving on the grass Leaving just enough room to pass Sunday driver never took a test Yes it's no
PlayCause nobody's sad on a Saturday night. Winner's and loser's we got each other The world looks better in neon lights Some Johnny Cougar, some southern comfort It goes whoa whoa here we go rock&roll rodeo The world looks better in neon lights Working all
PlayGet inside their clothes with my green gloves Watch their videos in their chairs Get inside their beds with my green gloves Get inside their heads, love their loves Falling out of touch with all my Friends are somewhere, getting wasted Hope they're
PlayI've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the
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