On a long and lonesome highway, east of Omaha You can listen to the engines moanin' out it's one old song You can think about the woman, or the girl
Now I see his face, I see his smile Such a lonely place, no golden mile Eyes tell of morbid tales, of his black heart His deeds through ages past, tell
I see that nothing's changed Insist on playing games Some waste of time you are And you're so popular Well, this is it, you bitch I've got to make my
As I was going over The Cork and Kerry mountains I saw Captain Farrell And his money he was counting I first produced my pistol And then produced my
Hey babe, don't act so scared All I want is some special care On the run from some institution All I want is some constellation And I can tell by his
I got something to say I killed your baby today Doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead I got something to say I raped your mother today And it
One, two, three, four Motives changing day to day The fire increases, masks decay I look at the river, white foam floats down The body's poisoned, gotta
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There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?) There's a devil waiting outside your door (How much longer?) And he's bucking, and braying
: Look inside and you will see The words are cutting deep inside my brain Thunder burnin' quickly burning Knife of words is driving me insane, insane
: Motives changing Day to day The fire increases Masks decay I look at the river White foam floats down The body's poisoned Got to sit tight The wait
: I gotta see you moving fast See you come my way See the dreams, I hope they last Never fade away. Gotta see the lights above Make it loud tonight
: (Originally recorded by Blitzkrieg) Let us have peace, let us have life, Let us escape the cruel night. Let us have time, let the sun shine, Let us
: (Originally recorded by Diamond Head) My mother was a witch, she was burned alive. Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried. Take her down now
: --- ( Last Caress ) --- I've got somethin' to say I killed your baby today and it Doesn't matter much to me As long as it's dead I've got somethin
: (Originally recorded by Diamond Head) Now I see his face, I see his smile Such a lonely place, no golden mile. Eyes tell of morbid tales, of his black
: (Originally recorded by Queen) Sleeping very soundly on a Saturday morning, I was dreaming I was Al Capone. Rumours going round, gotta clear out of
: (Originally recorded by Sweet Savage) Sound of gunfire comes through the night, Killing and hatred, it's a terrible sight. Reports come in of the