Ice Age-Ambrosia

Album by: Road Island Artist by: Ambrosia (drummond - pack - puerta - bernstein****) Home life, seems youre gettin Mad n nothins gettin done Old ties, that held you back Have got you on the run Its do or die, its time to fly Tearin up all the old news Put down the trash we used to take Now, well leave it for the next Fool to go, hope you know, it was almost real Dont need no one Cause i got my own I dont need nothin at all Nothins gonna change the world No handouts from your kind Oh my, its time we found a way to Turn our heads around No time, before they put our bodies underground All right, okay, were gonna pay Blown-out, my brains are blistered No doubt, its been two-fisted fate Now Im border-linin straight from this show To some hole where well lay real low... Make my own world Im on my own and I dont need that world at all Runnin from an angry crowd No escape from your kind Ice age, the wind is chilly And the sun is almost gone Mad race, is growin cold and your lifes gettin on No time to stop, your numbers up Make my own world Im on my own and I dont need that world at all Runnin from an angry crowd No escape from your kind