Rika's Angels
๐ต 1765 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:21 duration
๐ ID: 17636400
๐ Lyrics
Turn back, turn back please
Turn back, turn the clock back please
Turn back, turn back please
Turn back, get up off your knees
Turn back please the hands of time
To when we were angels in our prime
Scrub this face of degradation and grime
Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
Turn back, turn back please
Turn back, turn the clock back please
Turn back, old feelings of ease
Turn back, the juice is worth the squeeze
One nine nine five we began
Rebel expression without a real plan
Busting out loud, hard as we can
Going all out like youthful madmen
The center would become our home
A downtown spot to call our own
Where Rika said we weren't so pretty
Bunch o' new jacks in the city
Turn back please, the hands of time
To when we were angels, in our prime
Scrub this face of degradation and grime
Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
In this city of dirty-faced angels and sick strangers
And six million ways to suburban danger
Where we set goals higher with great desire
And saliva spat in the deep-fat-fryer
Where bottles were sold for two-fifty
And shady eyes turned shallow and shifty
Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
Turn back please, the hands of time
To when we were angels, in our prime
Scrub this face of degradation and grime
Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
One last time-
M-Town Rebels
Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
Till bellies were bulging of vast indulging
And blood 'n liquor through veins pulsing
There'd be cussing, extreme foul language
About mustaches till conscience anguished
From the godmother of misadventure
Back to the center, commence new venture
For the godmother of misadventure
Once more to the center, commence new venture
Turn back, turn the clock back please
Turn back, turn back please
Turn back, get up off your knees
Turn back please the hands of time
To when we were angels in our prime
Scrub this face of degradation and grime
Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
Turn back, turn back please
Turn back, turn the clock back please
Turn back, old feelings of ease
Turn back, the juice is worth the squeeze
One nine nine five we began
Rebel expression without a real plan
Busting out loud, hard as we can
Going all out like youthful madmen
The center would become our home
A downtown spot to call our own
Where Rika said we weren't so pretty
Bunch o' new jacks in the city
Turn back please, the hands of time
To when we were angels, in our prime
Scrub this face of degradation and grime
Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
In this city of dirty-faced angels and sick strangers
And six million ways to suburban danger
Where we set goals higher with great desire
And saliva spat in the deep-fat-fryer
Where bottles were sold for two-fifty
And shady eyes turned shallow and shifty
Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
Turn back please, the hands of time
To when we were angels, in our prime
Scrub this face of degradation and grime
Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
One last time-
M-Town Rebels
Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
Till bellies were bulging of vast indulging
And blood 'n liquor through veins pulsing
There'd be cussing, extreme foul language
About mustaches till conscience anguished
From the godmother of misadventure
Back to the center, commence new venture
For the godmother of misadventure
Once more to the center, commence new venture
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.88] Turn back, turn back please
[00:09.12] Turn back, turn the clock back please
[00:15.06] Turn back, turn back please
[00:21.26] Turn back, get up off your knees
[00:25.06] Turn back please the hands of time
[00:28.12] To when we were angels in our prime
[00:31.15] Scrub this face of degradation and grime
[00:34.03] Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
[00:37.63] Turn back, turn back please
[00:40.54] Turn back, turn the clock back please
[00:43.61] Turn back, old feelings of ease
[00:46.60] Turn back, the juice is worth the squeeze
[01:02.81] One nine nine five we began
[01:05.83] Rebel expression without a real plan
[01:08.74] Busting out loud, hard as we can
[01:11.30] Going all out like youthful madmen
[01:13.98] The center would become our home
[01:16.47] A downtown spot to call our own
[01:19.26] Where Rika said we weren't so pretty
[01:21.60] Bunch o' new jacks in the city
[01:25.43] Turn back please, the hands of time
[01:30.45] To when we were angels, in our prime
[01:36.47] Scrub this face of degradation and grime
[01:41.49] Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
[01:53.38] In this city of dirty-faced angels and sick strangers
[01:57.11] And six million ways to suburban danger
[01:59.89] Where we set goals higher with great desire
[02:02.26] And saliva spat in the deep-fat-fryer
[02:05.04] Where bottles were sold for two-fifty
[02:07.59] And shady eyes turned shallow and shifty
[02:10.19] Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
[02:12.84] And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
[02:16.61] Turn back please, the hands of time
[02:21.37] To when we were angels, in our prime
[02:27.80] Scrub this face of degradation and grime
[02:32.58] Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
[02:38.90] One last time-
[02:43.94] M-Town Rebels
[02:45.01] Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
[02:47.51] And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
[02:50.09] Till bellies were bulging of vast indulging
[02:52.42] And blood 'n liquor through veins pulsing
[02:55.22] There'd be cussing, extreme foul language
[02:57.70] About mustaches till conscience anguished
[03:00.23] From the godmother of misadventure
[03:02.35] Back to the center, commence new venture
[03:09.90] For the godmother of misadventure
[03:12.33] Once more to the center, commence new venture
[03:20.23]
[00:09.12] Turn back, turn the clock back please
[00:15.06] Turn back, turn back please
[00:21.26] Turn back, get up off your knees
[00:25.06] Turn back please the hands of time
[00:28.12] To when we were angels in our prime
[00:31.15] Scrub this face of degradation and grime
[00:34.03] Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
[00:37.63] Turn back, turn back please
[00:40.54] Turn back, turn the clock back please
[00:43.61] Turn back, old feelings of ease
[00:46.60] Turn back, the juice is worth the squeeze
[01:02.81] One nine nine five we began
[01:05.83] Rebel expression without a real plan
[01:08.74] Busting out loud, hard as we can
[01:11.30] Going all out like youthful madmen
[01:13.98] The center would become our home
[01:16.47] A downtown spot to call our own
[01:19.26] Where Rika said we weren't so pretty
[01:21.60] Bunch o' new jacks in the city
[01:25.43] Turn back please, the hands of time
[01:30.45] To when we were angels, in our prime
[01:36.47] Scrub this face of degradation and grime
[01:41.49] Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
[01:53.38] In this city of dirty-faced angels and sick strangers
[01:57.11] And six million ways to suburban danger
[01:59.89] Where we set goals higher with great desire
[02:02.26] And saliva spat in the deep-fat-fryer
[02:05.04] Where bottles were sold for two-fifty
[02:07.59] And shady eyes turned shallow and shifty
[02:10.19] Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
[02:12.84] And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
[02:16.61] Turn back please, the hands of time
[02:21.37] To when we were angels, in our prime
[02:27.80] Scrub this face of degradation and grime
[02:32.58] Let shine Rika's Angels one last time
[02:38.90] One last time-
[02:43.94] M-Town Rebels
[02:45.01] Where hardcore sounded on a Friday night
[02:47.51] And tepid croquettes lay ready to bite
[02:50.09] Till bellies were bulging of vast indulging
[02:52.42] And blood 'n liquor through veins pulsing
[02:55.22] There'd be cussing, extreme foul language
[02:57.70] About mustaches till conscience anguished
[03:00.23] From the godmother of misadventure
[03:02.35] Back to the center, commence new venture
[03:09.90] For the godmother of misadventure
[03:12.33] Once more to the center, commence new venture
[03:20.23]