Led Zeppelin Lyrics
Led Zeppelin Lyrics
"Trampled Underfoot Lyrics"
Wild dogs Lyrics
(Bolin/Tesar) This baggage handcuffed to my wrists I drag it everywhere i go Sometimes i fight you with my fists But if i knew which way was home B
(Bolin/Tesar) This baggage handcuffed to my wrists I drag it everywhere i go Sometimes i fight you with my fists But if i knew which way was home B
(Jones/Page/Plant)
Greased and slicked down body, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil's flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Dig that heavy metal undern
Halfway to Heaven Lyrics
There's no tick tock on your electric clock But still your life runs down. There's no tick tock on your electric clock But still your life runs down.eath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Special list edition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
I can't stop talkin' about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' '
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Feather-light suspension, coneys just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.
There's no tick tock on your electric clock But still your life runs down. There's no tick tock on your electric clock But still your life runs down.
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Special list edition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's
Sick World Lyrics
When the mountain are out of focus And the air begins to choke us And the oceans are to polluted to swim in When the predators our preachers, abusers are our teachers
a perfect size When the mountain are out of focus And the air begins to choke us And the oceans are to polluted to swim in When the predators our preachers, abusers are our teachers
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head.
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
I can't stop talkin' about...
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' '
My Last Journey Lyrics
Why do we never see the end of the tunnel? The purity of light seems impossible to reach This feeling of weightlessness, so oppressive At once so light... fleshl
bout love (X3) Why do we never see the end of the tunnel? The purity of light seems impossible to reach This feeling of weightlessness, so oppressive At once so light... fleshl
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Feather-light suspension, coneys just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love (X3)
Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love.