Queen : Headlong

Rock / Royaume-Uni
(1991 - Parlophone / EMI Records)
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1. HEADLONG

And you're rushing headlong you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping no there's nothin'
You can do about it

There's nothin' you can do
No there's nothin' you can do about it
No there's nothin' you can, nothin' you can
Nothin' you can do about it

And you're rushing headlong you've got a new goal
And you're rushing headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong
But there ain't no stopping no there's nothin'
You can do about it

He used to be a man with a stick in his hand
Hoop diddy diddy - Hoop diddy do
She used to be a woman with a hot dog stand
Hoop diddy diddy - Hoop diddy do

Now you've got soup in the laundry bag
Now you've got strings, you're gonna lose your rag
You're gettin' in a fight
Then it ain't so groovy when you're screaming in the night
Let me out of this cheap `B' movie
Headlong down the highway and you're rushing
Headlong out of control
And you think you're so strong

But there ain't no stopping and you can't stop rockin'
And there's nothin' you can, nothin' you can
Nothin' you can do about it
When a red hot man meets a white hot lady
Hoop diddy diddy - Hoop diddy do

Soon the fire starts a raging gets 'em more than half crazy
They start freaking everyway you turn
You can't start walking cause your feet got burned
It ain't no time to figure wrong from right
Cause reason's out the window
Better hold on tight - you're rushin'...


2. THE HITMAN

I'm the hitman
Stand aside
I'm the hitman
I want your life
Ain't no escaping
Don't run and hide
There goes the neighbourhood
I'm gonna kill for your love

Hitman
Now don't you cry
I'm just it man
And you might get fried
Gun in my pocket
Don't get me wrong
I'll be your hitman - a fool for your love

I'm the head shredder -
That's better -
Baby baby baby

I'm the hitman - hitman - hitman
Yeah - trouble in the East, troubled in the West
Struggle with the beast - what a thief, what a pest
Come back mother / Nuke that sucker
Yeah - yeah - yeah

I'm the hitman
I'm your prize
But this hitman -
Can cut you down to size
Love me (baby)
Don't be so cool
Love me love me baby
I've been to the hitman school
Yeah - yeah

You're gonna make my day
Gonna blow you away

When the fun begins
(Hitman)
Are you ready for the sting
Gonna waste that thing
(Hitman)
Hitman as king


3. LOST OPPORTUNITY

Every morning, I face the sun
I lift my head and smile at everyone
Every afternoon you'll find me workin' on
I've got my new shoes on
Got to keep movin' on (that's what they say)
But every night I'm tossed
I shake my fevered brow
Thinking of my lost opportunity

Yes every morning I face the sun
I get so positive with everyone
But every afternoon, the cracks start showing through
They know what I'm going through (Oh yes they do)
And every evening finds me
The optimist behind me
Gone with my lost opportunity







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