Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everything Under The Stars, artist - Fun Lovin' Criminals.
Date of issue: 16.02.2001
Song language: English
Everything Under The Stars |
It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust |
Ain’t out of the blue like we usually do |
So me and Angelo came around about seven |
With stars in our eyes from the press we were getting |
Suspect from headache, you know a great deal |
Your apathy fake but your parts are real |
More than a little by the time it went down |
I had crossed your path but you didn’t know how |
A record claimed star by the end of the week |
Set flames to the heat that’s all out in the street |
The problems and pain runs hand in hand |
When the mother of commerce ends up working for the band |
The streets is watching |
So keep on talking |
Your time is ticking down, down, down |
The streets is watching |
So keep on talking |
Your time is ticking down, down, down |
Let’s catch fishes |
Bombs make misses |
You get served like dishes |
Like the soft machine kisses your ass |
It’s not one iota or a comma or a quota |
It was regular stuff like Perry and Thrust |
Ain’t out of the blue like we usually do |
So me and Angelo came around about seven |
With stars in our eyes from the press we were getting |
Suspect from headache you know a great deal |
Your apathy fake but your parts are real |
More than a little by the time it went down |
I had crossed your path but you didn’t know how |
A record claimed star by the end of the week |
Set flames to the heat that’s all out in the street |
The problems and pain runs hand in hand |
When the mother of commerce ends up working for the band |
The streets is watching |
So keep on talking |
Your time is ticking down, down, down |
The streets is watching |
So keep on talking |
Your time is ticking down, down, down |
Let’s catch fishes |
Bombs make misses |
You get served like dishes |
Like the soft machine kisses your ass |
It’s not one iota or a comma or a quota |
When your time here is over |
One bum, two bum, three bums more |
If dispute you’re using, then you know what it’s for |
A shot in the dark and after a thought |
A lark |
You hit the watermark but the thug didn’t bark |
Oh yeah, that’s the sound of the police |
They’re making the wave because your hand is greased |
Can’t put nobody on unless they’re wearing a thong |
But the days are gone like Yvonne Elliman |
If I can’t be true, I don’t want your money, baby |
See, I’m happy being stealth |
Can’t define my wealth |
So, yo, go ask somebody else |
Yeah, the streets is watching |
Yeahn the streets is watching |
I said the streets are watching |