We will fight to save this We will fight to keep it alive This is a 'cause worth fighting for We will rescue and restore This is a barren wasteland A lonely place Where inspiration goes to die Rescue the beauty that's left Restore the character that's

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell You who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell For the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers Whom you robbed of their birthright Have you ever walked the lonesome hills And heard the

And we rely on each other, ah ha From one lover to another, ah ha Islands in the stream That is what we are No one in between How can we be wrong Sail away with me To another world Oh baby alright

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

Fare thee well to Prince's Landing Stage. Mersey River, fare thee well. Well, I am bound for California, but I know that I'll return someday. So fare thee well, my own true love. When I return united we will be. It's not the leaving of

No man is an island No one should be on their own Look at the horizon, 'cause love will always take you home She said all hearts break, don't lose faith You can't live life that way 'Cause when you go solo, in the feeling solo You become your own worst

And what you've seen isn't there anymore Just like it has before Now we can say that nothing's lost and only change brings round the prophecy Where now it's melting, the solid frost was once a veil on greener landscapes we would see Beneath my surface

Woke up this morning, feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, had them old walkin' blues. Woke up this morning, I feel 'round for my shoes, You know 'bout that babe, Lord, I had them old walkin' blues. Leavin' this morning, I had to go ride

Out on the water The island of the dead that live There they dwelt Until they left the world and Still their deeds live forth in songs

A curse upon you Oliver Cromwell, you who raped our Motherland I hope you're rotting down in hell for the horrors that you sent To our misfortunate forefathers whom you robbed of their birthright "To hell or Connaught" may you burn in hell tonight Have