[music: Mike / lyrics: Bastian]. . Bloody rain - Drippin' down from the sky. Discrepancy - The war between low and high. Former ages - Reign of superstition, magic rites.
Baptized in blood. Chosen to reign. For evil's sake. You're the center of hate. . Drown in blood sacrifice them all. Angel of darkness. Take their souls one by one they fall.
Slimy, rotten bastards. Eating from my grave. Better leave this corpse undone. Soon you'll feel my rage. . I will change your passion. To things beyond your mind.
You know how to hold my hand. You know how to make me mad. You know everything about me. We've been together longer. Than most of our friends have. But they don't know that it's not always a party.
Let me tell a story. Of a dream of a flower. Being in love forever. Being in love. . Where the sky meets the land. He's a child of its beauty. Dreams about a flower-friend.
Left it in the road with a bottle and a toad. and i wrapped it 30 times in a steal chain, baby. My bike is gone. Left it in the street with a bottle at your feet.
I killed you on a tuesday. Your head was raw and bloody. Killed my baby, in a car crash. We went out to a drive in. Going home your head was smashed in.
Let me tell you 'bout my baby. And the strange effect he has on me. You see the way I'm actin' lately. I can only plead insanity. I can't concentrate when I think about him.
I've been holding out on you. I've been taking it slow and tough. Cause you got a reputation. For leaving when the loving gets rough. . When my heart is reaching for you.
What could this be, too much. MTV? Chalk another fad up for. its fall into infamy. What? s in a. standard if it changes all the. time? You? re still having trouble.
What could this be, too much MTV?. Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy.. Whats in a standard if it changes all the time?. You're still having trouble in defining your own kind..
A real life superhero.. He's got the Holy Ghost.. He's either praising Jesus, or he's making toast.. Ain't got no superpowers, ain't got no giant brain,.
[Hey everybody, this is Combat Chuck,. And I love this song, because it's about me.]. A real life superhero. He's got the Holy Ghost,. He's either praising Jesus, or he's making toast..
I don't rock the jukebox. Or hustle the women. I'm deep drownin' in trouble. And not even swimmin'. . I can't begin to tell you my toils. My trouble is worse than.
Wind passes right through my skin as I fall down,. this furious speed will only destroy me.. Crippling and devastating momentum,. approaching maximum velocity..
Todo se derrumba y es tan fcil. Todos mis castillos son de arena. Todo lo que sueo es tan frgil. Todo lo que bebo es tu ausencia. Y mi pobre corazn de hierro.
Hay das que parece que nunca se va a apagar el Sol,. y otros son ms tristes que una despedida en la estacin.. . Es igual que nuestra vida, que cuando todo va bien....
Cholly, woman with the big thighs. Cholly, lady with the hazel eyes. Golly, Cholly make me feel good. Golly, like you know a ho should. . I love you Cholly when you're chick-ling my wally.
The ultimate in flip script deliverin' many blows. All that primate thinkin' broke off leg and elbow. A fruit bowl delight of power knockin' down any door.