in the primitive Lands of Nod as the two sons of Adam offer up their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high a dark fate born by sacrificial fire Caine
In the primitive lands of Nod As the two sons of Adam offer up Their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high A dark fate born by sacrificial fire [Caine
you Michael Caine This time, baby, I know, I think I maybe like you Michael Caine Michael Caine Michael Caine There's Mona Lisa, she's always got a
lovers there pull out their hair so slowly to rise toward the sky one plucks feathers from wings leather his luck is decreed from angel cain it's not
There's scores of black roses with venomous thorns It's a playground for murder, the damned and insane And deep in it's heart sets the mad house of Cain Cain
m goin' down in a blaze of glory (Down) Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer
in the potter's field he lies. The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve. The sons of Cain receive no reprieve. Waiting for a dead man's shoes. Have you heard
Eve The sons of Cain receive no reprieve The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve The sons of Cain receive no reprieve Waitin' for a dead man's shoes Have you
take all you've got to offer. This is not an autobahn It's an evil roundabout That leads to the Haywain And you'll never see good trains again. In late 60s
truth I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer
anymore, I wanta know your intentions! (sung) With me it's all er nuthin'. Is it all er nuthin' with you? It cain't be "in between" It cain't be
It's a man's world and he has seen the need For yet another man to do the dirty deed In Rock 'n' Rollywood our guy's at work Pushing love shit to some
like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see
, he means less to me Than the lowliest cactus flower Or the humblest Yucca tree He chases round this desert 'Cause he thinks that's where I'll be That's
'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer
Sun is painted in deepest Black whilst Heaven seems to die Lunar Mistress empowers us with all Her bloodred Glance Caine's Children born as Dragon's Seed
