David Byrne - Marching Through the Wilderness Lyrics
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Marching Through the Wilderness
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What Are The Lyrics For Marching Through the Wilderness By David Byrne?
Yeah, we are the noise
The noise between stations Yeah itsa kinda strange Oh boy! A strange situation I walk like a building I never get wet I'm looking at ladies I'm talking like men I don't work for the city I don't work for the state It's none 'a' your business I'm doin' all right Marching through the wilderness Crying out for tenderness They call me Mr. Pitiful But everything is wonderful I'm workin' real steady I'm workin' real hard I'm building a monster In my backyard Money doesn't matter Babies never lie I'm going in the out door I'm doing all right Marching through the wilderness Crying out for tenderness They call me Mr. Pitiful But everything is wonderful I walk like a building I never get wet I'm looking at ladies I'm talking like men Marching through the wilderness Crying out for tenderness They call me Mr. Pitiful But everything is wonderful Marching through the wilderness Crying out for tenderness They call me Mr. Pitiful But everything is wonderful Soy el galan de las penas Llorando Sin compasión |
Who Wrote Marching Through the Wilderness By David Byrne?
David Byrne, Johnny Pacheco
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What's The Duration Of The Marching Through the Wilderness By David Byrne?The duration of Marching Through the Wilderness is 4:30 minutes and seconds. |
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