CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Styles of the Times
I woke up in Barcelona
Headed south inside a van
With the radio switching stations, set on scan
A lot of people talking
on my lap
scores, northern war
I went to thinking of
Crawling toward the [?]
Crawling toward the [?]
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you
I woke up against my wishes
Boombox outside my door
Like I've been awakened a thousand times before
I was blinded by the science
The MC rhymed mad cow with Maureen Dowd, the [?]
And the all new three's a crowd
I'm headed toward the [?]
Crawling toward the [?]
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you
Woke up, it was a gentle morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was her daddy talking like I was a fool
Talking about evil, talking about God
Mushy mush about that guy Martin Sheen played in The Dead Zone
Headed south inside a van
With the radio switching stations, set on scan
A lot of people talking
on my lap
scores, northern war
I went to thinking of
Crawling toward the [?]
Crawling toward the [?]
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you
I woke up against my wishes
Boombox outside my door
Like I've been awakened a thousand times before
I was blinded by the science
The MC rhymed mad cow with Maureen Dowd, the [?]
And the all new three's a crowd
I'm headed toward the [?]
Crawling toward the [?]
If it's up to me, I'll just leave it up to you
Woke up, it was a gentle morning
And the first thing that I heard
Was her daddy talking like I was a fool
Talking about evil, talking about God
Mushy mush about that guy Martin Sheen played in The Dead Zone
