Going straight has never been easy. Close my eyes don't look to the left or right. When it hurts you know it's the price. You can't make it. . Everyday I hide from the sunlight.
Surrender your cloth and collar priest. There's no need for your beliefs in war. This is a place for heathens. Into that darkness fires illuminate. . Grotesquely swollen by the heat.
Pistol shots and lights at dawn. And one fine day you'll find her gone. All the ghosts they come for me. Make her cry a little and cover them up. . Broken clocks and bathroom tides.
So I'll admit that it all started as a scam. 'Cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan. We know you're old but you're kind. You're rich and your heart is dicky.
What happened to you?. You're not the same. Something inside your head. Made a violent change. It's in your head. It's in your head. It's in your head.
VERSE 1. I'm so fed up. With everything called love. Cause' every time I try to forget you just come back again.. . I'm giving up. On anything called us.
Met a man, a motorway man. Met a man, he really makes you wonder. Slow faced worn and weary. One race left and then fall over. . And I see him every single day.
Originally performed by Minor Threat. . What happened to you. You're not the same. Something inside your head made a violent change. . It's call it religion.
Was it circumstance. Or was it merely?. That the sky fell down. And made you weary. . I told you. But you already knew. I will miss you. I will certainly miss you.
Metal and men clash once more to the end. Warriors above with power to kill descend. Militia of blood troops of hate march to die. Soldiers of Hell, veterans of death arise.
She's a movie star arrangement. Got a touch of bergman to her face. She wears suits and buys him flowers. Smokes his cigarettes and bakes him cakes. .
Crisis feed the lunacy, all fear the new machine. Consumed democracy returns a socialist regime. It's laid to rest without contest, all hail the new incompetence.
Lady love your countryside. Your motorways are very nice. Come and get your Aerosols. And help me paint up paradise. . Let's get messed up boy. Messed up good.
(lyrics - king; music - hanneman, king). . A misty night, a perfect night. Beneath the cold of the frozen star. You feel the fright, you know I'm near.
Shopping for kicks, got the weekend to get through. She's keeping the rain off her Saturday hairdo. She stops for a coffee, she smiles at the waiter. He winks at his friends and they laugh at her later.
A soldier's heart. Reflecting back at me. I keep seeing mutilated faces. Even in my dreams. . Distorted images. Flashing rapidly. Psychotically abusing me.
Gun down cold on a raw deal. Home turf my battlefield. In no ones way caught in a crossfire. Stray bullets can kill. . Expendable youths fighting for possession.
you know that id have done it anyways. with or without. youve heard that ive turned both my shoulders. many times before. . and now after all those fading yesterdays.