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Blue Oyster Cult Tyranny And Mutation

said baby, that's the breaks Leading me around like broke down hound dog Crossing me once too often Now she's bound for a lower station She crossed me once too often And

body of death And when you've gone and choked to death With laughter and a little step I'll prepare the quicklime, friend For your ripe and ready grave

She got less than you or I, she got less than me (repeat) She get, she get tired, she gets tired She got more than you or I, she got more than me (repeat

Flights of black horseman soar over churches Pursued by an army of birds in the rain None of them can see the clouds, the polished wings don't care Animal