Grand Funk Railroad Lyrics

Grand Funk Railroad Lyrics

"Creepin' Lyrics"

Rock'n'Roll Lyrics
The morning is so fresh On highway dance the whirls of dust Just our car keeps its way of empty road The music takes our spirit higher Life's endless life's rock'n'rolling now Our joy as our life Will n

Hey, everybody won't you lend me your ear,
There's something to fear, it's here, and that's clear.
Men gettin' rich off rapin' the land,
I can't understand, why we don't take them in hand.


Woah, oh ... Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
I don't want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but you're sleepin',
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in.
'Fore tomorrow comes creepin' in.
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Politik Lyrics
Look at earth from outer space Everyone must find the place Give me time and give me space Give me real, don't give me fake Give me strength, reserve control Give me heart and give me soul Give
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Feel that our lives are in the hands of fools,
Loosin' their cool, it's us that they rule.
Too many people sittin' dead on their ass,
They ain't got no class, people, this time must pass.


Woah, oh ... Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
Hey ... I don't want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but you're sleepin',
You best wake up 'fore tomorrow comes creepin' in.
'Fore tomorrow comes creepin
Ask Ed Lyrics
I remember back in school days On the way we'd duck into the alleyway What'd we know we were just kids Bust out and take a few hits oh yeah What's the matter ain't doing no harm No trouble ain
' in.


Woah, oh ... yeah, tomorrow comes creepin'.


Oh ... hear me cryin' 'cause the people like me,
That long to be free, are not actually.
Please everybody won't you hear this song,
Help a country that's wrong, to someday be strong.


Woah, oh ... Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
No! Lord, I don't want to be their fool no more.
Open eyes, but you're sleepin',
You best wake up
Tannin Bed Song Lyrics
maria lays in the tannin bed and reads the tuesday news she1s down there every week at the same time with the same ol' blues she reads the funny papers and then the classifieds and if she ain1t too
'fore tomorrow comes creepin'.
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...


Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...
Creepin' ...


Tomorrow comes creepin'.
Tomorrow comes creepin'.
Tomorrow comes creepin'.
Tomorrow comes creepin'.
Tomorrow comes creepin'.
Tomorrow comes creepin'.
Tomorrow comes creepin'.
Tomorrow comes creepin'.