I used to lie in my bed. Sleep wouldn't come. Thinkin' 'bout things that they said. They led me on. All of the fancy ladies. Oh they could talk and talk.
By Silverfish Imperetrix whose incorrupted eye. Sees through the charms of doctors and their wives. By Salamander, Drake, and the power that was undine.
Flights of black horseman. Soar o'er the churches. Pursued by an army of birds in the rain. . None of them can see the clouds. The polished wings don't care.
( - Leggatt Bros. - ). Hold me close, don't fear my body. The flesh is weak, in need of touching.. Your hands are hungry for want of knowing.. Your eyes are closed, but still they're showing..
When the bones of our oppressors have turned to dust. And the cause that we serve rules the world. In a vision, visitation, all hail the revolution. .
You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars. I've been living on the edge so long where the winds of limbo roar. And I'm young enough to look at and far too old to see.
You see me now a veteran. Of a thousand psychic wars. I've been living on the edge so long. Where the winds of limbo roar. . And I'm young enough to look at.
See them standing in the foothills. Waiting for the kill. On wings of fear the terror sweeps. Into the city beat. . To defend, this is the pact. But when life's scorned.
I open my eyes. From a dreamless night. With a sense of dread. You could cut with a knife. So I'm thinking that. Maybe I killed somebody. You never know - you never know when.
There was no light shining through the window. As margaret lie in bed. She was wearing cotton pajamas. A crucifix above her head. She awoke from a dream.
True, true confessions. I lied. True, true confessions. I lied. Spent all night with Candy's eyes. Dragged myself 'cross the warm blind side. Spent all night with Candy's eyes.
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.