Stars in the sky I like them better than you Stars in the sky They tell me what to do I don't care about your city Or your fat income I don't care about your Vanity Fair Or your fucking sitcom
Starry night Starry night That starry night
Makes me feel alright I heard a lotta mean talkin' I met a lotta tough guys-they all look Pretty ugly under the stars Go out to the desert And just look up You can feel yourself Under the stars All man's buildings Will soon be gone 'Cause something here Is absolutely wrong
Starry night Starry night That starry night
Makes me feel alright Like a human being Take your building and your income and Shove it up your ass- Take your building and your income and stuff It with your cash- I heard a lotta big talk-met a lotta tough guys- That shit looks ugly under a starry night- Which country is the strongest? Who plays the best guitar? Who fucking cares
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérprete: James Newell Osterberg Jr. (PPL - I)Publicado em 1990ECAD verificado fonograma #12167861 em 02/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM