Hear no evil, don't you You're gonna burn in hell Oh, burn in hell See no evil, don't you (oh, burn in hell) Lay no evil down on me (you're gonna burn in hell) Speak no evil, don't you Welcome to the abandoned land Come on in child, take my hand Here

Here I am (Here I am) Will you send me an angel In the land of the morning star Hear this voice from deep inside It's the call of your heart Close your eyes and you will find Wise man said just walk this way To the dawn of the light The wind will blow

Shout, Lauri Törni's name A soldier of three armies knows the game Keeps their echo from the past Rise from beyond your grave Son of Finland and the Green Beret May you rest in peace at last Started out as a reserve Soon promoted when deserved Cross of

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

Can you feel the pain inside sometimes in my mind? In the land of loneliness the seas of blood run cold Is the feeling lost inside within the sins of all mankind? Time after time we stood united on we go Fly far away don't let the world pass you by Live

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again and I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

Afraid of the house, stay the night with the sinners You must be somewhere in London Afraid of the house 'cause they're desperate to entertain Someone send a runner through the weather that I'm under for the feeling That I lost today Someone send a

Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating You gotta get in line, hop Tick tock tick tock tick tock Don't be a pretty Madonna, uh If you want it You already got it If you thought it

Playin' in a travelin' band I want to move Well, I'm flyin' 'cross the land, tryin' to get a hand Seven thirty seven comin' out of the sky Won't you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride Well I'm flyin' 'cross the land tryin' to get a hand Take me

He drank ole poison whiskey 'Til it killed him dead. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor "Hey doctor, won't you check his head?" The only thing