Prison Prism
I'm dizzy and fryin'
My throat hurts
I think I should stay in bed
Cause I got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I should stay in bed today
Maybe tomorrow go out and play
It's Saturday
With Ginseng
And fresh squeezed juice
Of wheat-grass
Oh, and some hot chicken soup
That just might keep me alive
A couple days
But I've got some kind of disease
And there are no remedies
Think I'll join Timothy Leary
In a cryogenic freeze
Next Saturday
Yeah I've got some kind of disease
And there ar
Broken Promises
(Jim Peterik/Frankie Sullivan)
Girl, is there something in the night
That draws us together
Are these moments worth the fight?
Why must we keep it to ourselves
The secret we hold inside
Let me take you in my arms
With the strength of a love that's denied
And we've always believed in our heart
That the chances we've missed
Still exist in the world after dark
Backstreet love affair
Running through the heart of the night
Backstreet love affair
Girl, there's a tension I can taste
That speaks for the danger
Let the warnings go to waste
Eyes that reflect a secret fire
That covers the fear inside
In a flash we're lost from sight
To explore the romance that we hide
And the thrill of the chase plays a part
In the chances we take
We escape to the world after dark
Backstreet love affair
Running through the heart of the night
Backstreet love affair
Meet me in the city tonight
Backstreet love affair
Running through the heart of the night
Backstreet love affair