ASA – Fire On The Mountain – Be My Man – Why Can’t We

There is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is’ah running.

I wake up in the morning
tell you what I see on my TV screen:
I see the blood of an innocent child,
and everybody’s watching.

Now, I’m looking out of my window,
and what do I see?
I see an army of soldiers that’re
marching across the street, heh…

What did they say to make you so blind,
to your conscience and reason?
Could it be love for your country,
or for the gun you use in killing? So…

There is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is’ah running.

Heh, Mister Loverman!
Can I get a chance to talk to you?
‚cause you are fooling with a dead man’s corpse,
and you don’t know what you do. Oh…

So little Lucy turns sixteen,
and like the movie she’s been seeing,
she has a lover in her daddy.
She can’t tell nobody…
‚till she makes the evening news.

For there is fire on the mountain,
and nobody seems to be on the run.
Oh there is fire on the mountain top,
and no one is’ah running. Oh yes.

One day the river will overflow,
and there’ll be nowhere for us to go ´;
and we will run, run…
wishing we had put out the fire, oh no…

my mama used to tell me girl it ain’t that cool
To see a man you love
And start to act the fool
Tell me what’s a girl in love supposed to do
Tonight, I’m breaking mama’s rule

Baby there’s alot of thing’s I want to say
I’m in love with you its driving me insane
I know am sounding stupid but is it ok
To be your woman everyday

you will be my man
And I will be
Your woman everyday

Ooh baby we can take a walk araound the park
And I can cook you dinner, it won’t be so bad
Or we can laugh and talk about the friends you’ve had
And all the ones that made me mad

Ooh baby baby, we can stay up all night
We can argue, we can even start a fight
And I can laugh and say i love the way you smile
and everything will be just fine

You will be my man
And I will be
Your woman everyday.

Whoke up early this morning
Whith a smile on my face
Thought you were next to me
But then i see you walking away
Something ain’t right this morning
Is it a sign he’s leaving me
So i call on a friend
Who might know better than me

She says:
You worry much about things you don’t understand
But don’t give up, if it doesn’t go with the plan
Why not have some fun
While you’re still young and still ok
Cos‘ life is short
Do what you can today today

Why can’t we be happy

What is life about
Did nobody tell you
The reason why i ask
I can see you’re so confused

You worry much about things you cannot see
You have it all, with your money you still complain
Why not live this life
While you’re still young and still ok
Cos´ life is short
Do what you can today today


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