With Satan's hog, no pig at all. And the weather getting dry. We'll head south from Altamont. In a cold blooded traveled trance. . So clear the road my bully boys.
Feeling easy on the outside. Not so funny on the inside. Feel the sound, pray for rain. For this is the night we ride. . This ain't the garden of Eden.
In a purple vision. Many thousand years ago. I saw the silent stranger. Walk the earth alone. . Twenty-seven faces. With their eyes turned to the sky.
On the terminal point. Of the cul-de-sac. Patients are dying. The horses are dazed. From the glare of stars. The starry wisdom. Owned by the baron. And he's got the cure.
Youre boned like a saint. With the consciousness of a snake. . Youre the kind of girl. Id like to find. Face like an angel. (In my mirror). But youre boned like the devil.
Canadian Mounted, baby police force at work. Red and black, it's their color scheme. Get their man in the end. . (It's all right). It's all right. (It's all right).
All our times have come. Here but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain, we can be like they are. . Come on baby, don't fear the reaper.
In a dark horse town, in the middle of the West. Where Friday takes so long to arrive. Johnny wakes up dreaming, turn's on the radio. . Then he jumps up plays his guitar in the mirror.
They have killed the great sun jester. Who danced between the stars. They have stripped him of his manhood. Signs of Venus and of Mars. . The cynics left him weeping.
I come to you in a blue, blue room. By some abuse and some heart. You raise the blinds say, "Let's have light on life. Let's watch it fall apart, let's watch it fall apart".
She got less than you or I. She got less than me. She got less than you or I. She got less than me. . She get. She get. Tired. She gets tired. . She got more than you or I.
I went down last night with a tattoo madam. To a nude dagger fantasy domain. Wrapped in hell, I lost my breath. Chest to stimulating chinese breast. .
Strange shapes light up the night. Never seen them though I hope I might. Don't ask if they are real. The men in black, their lips are sealed. . Fantasy it fills my mind.
[VERSE 1: CRAW]. There's no place to run now,. I am having fun now,. You think you won, ha,. We barely begun now,. Get um in the mother fucking back with the backpack,.
My head is in the sink. And my face has rhythm. I'm so dry in this position. The wall is rearranged. . And the dog has mange. And I can't figure out. What I'm trying to say.