CHORUS:. My name is Captain Kidd. As I sailed, as I sailed. Oh, my name is Captain Kidd. As I sailed. My name is Captain Kidd. And God's law's I did forbid.
I wasn't looking for a lover. I wasn't looking for a friend. I wasn't working undercover. And I wasn't trying to pretend. . But when you walked across the dance floor.
Mouth open, tongue that I taste. No lover can kill you this way. Like poison, I feel it drip down. Take over, insanity makes no sound. That's all I'm getting, it's all but fitting.
When I call your name. Breaking the spell. Do you feel the same. Heaven and hell. When I call your name. The blood rushing fast in my veins. . When I sense your touch caught in the game.
Come one, come all, close your eyes and let the show begin. Inside, my mind, just another turnstile to my sin. The gaze, amaze, you're gonna lose yourself with every step.
Good-bye, good riddance, I'll scrape you off my shoe. I once knew a maggot know-it-all like you. The feelings mutual, I'd like to see you die. Like a fucking funeral, I'm gonna make you cry.
Beware, four figures appear through the fog. Yeah, Gravediggaz cut like swords. Fear makes ya brain go numb. You ain't got a clue where the Gods come from.
Awoken spirits of the carpathian forest come,. hands of the dead beat the kettle drums with wrath.. Wolfish hordes awoken by the fullmoon,. follow the smell of blood and death..
No more reign of crosses. with hanging corpses of god's son. Enough damned bells. of false asshole's temples. I raise the ancient gods. I summon the honest spirits.
I walk alone through burning towns. My sword is in my hand. But the battle has been lost. And there is nothing to defend. At Culloden in seventeen fourty six.
My king won another crown - for Scotland's pride. That is what we thought but we were not right. Now he rules in London - a faceless king. Sold his ancient kingdom to the enemy.
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores. Where in a lonely hut witches dwell.. Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted. With powers from the depths of hell..
Where have I placed my reason. why do I lose control. seems that I've lost the lesson. it seems I'm blind to what I see the most. Through all the crap day to day.
Well step right up and let's begin. With a new twist on an old friend:. Ring around the world we're in,. Pocket full of nothing!. Ashes, ashes: we all will burn..
Written by Amy Grant & Wayne Kirkpatrick. There was this guy, he was down on his luck. He was truly poverty's child. Well, he had no home and he had no car.
COME ON AND SAY IT. Grass Roots. . What I don't know. You could tell me. What I should know. If you'd let me know. How you feel. How I love you. What I don't know.
Hey, I'm a gentleman. But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then. I'll take it on the chin. Mud is handy only when it comes to slingin' it.
Wind sure kicked up in the last hour or so. Just as re-entry was close we came tumbling down. Like a falling star over New Mexico. . They snowed the crashing at corona.
Music of a southern day and the nectar of brass. Spilling into Congo Square where the queens used to pass. There lies no greater place for one left to drift.