Ballad of John Saxon

You never knew I was born with an Egyptian curse?

Going down again

I wanna Love You

I want action
Inner city break down
Oh yeah alright

Only the rich survive

Plastic America
Royal Family Blues
Stars in your eyes
The streets are burning in London
The graveyard
You take me up
Deviant son
Highway 8
London Girl
BACK
 
 
 
 

 

 

Oh yeah alright
Here she comes and she looks real good
Like a child from the future should
Move like a panther out on attack
You just know she don’t look back
Oh yeah alright, Oh yeah alright
A space age prophet with her mothers drugs
Like a thief in a fur skin rug
The whole city’s wrapped around her neck
But she’s the one that I love best
Oh yeah alright, Oh yeah alright
Words and music C.Field
Champs des reves publishing. 2007