: A slave to indulgence, a slave who obstains A slave to your pleasure, a slave to your pain A slave to a business, a mistress, a wife Slave to the bottle
: Shadow puppets The old man nearly died They dance in the light from his hand He remembers when fate was more kind And cool summer rain soaked the land
: Riding the white horse faithful and true With the armies of heaven behind His eyes were like fire, he wore many crowns He suffered the pain for mankind
I'm the killer Here's a couple a grand, baby light up Whatever is mine is ours I got three or four in a bag in the trunk That's the privilege of Power
: We drank 'till the sunrise Rode away singin' Johnny's back again maybe i'm wrong - maybe i've really just been away too long There a few who remember
: I need a reason to be cool for a little while A bitter pill that ain't to hard to swallow You got me runnin' like a hot wired Cadillac A chrome-plated
: I heard you ccrowling across the floor While the sun was scratching at my back door I tasted the pleasure upon you're lips And i saw the blood on your
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: Runaway, all alone, on these streets you call your home Fade to black, painted smile On these streets there cries a wounded child On the run, shadows
: We climb aboard the eagle made of steel Get ready for another flight Another town, another city will appear Through the darkness of the night A flash
We drank 'till the sunrise Rode away singin' Johnny's back again maybe i'm wrong - maybe i've really just been away too long There a few who remember
Shadow puppets The old man nearly died They dance in the light from his hand He remembers when fate was more kind And cool summer rain soaked the land
I heard you ccrowling across the floor While the sun was scratching at my back door I tasted the pleasure upon you're lips And i saw the blood on your
I need a reason to be cool for a little while A bitter pill that ain't to hard to swallow You got me runnin' like a hot wired Cadillac A chrome-plated
We climb aboard the eagle made of steel Get ready for another flight Another town, another city will appear Through the darkness of the night A flash
A slave to indulgence, a slave who obstains A slave to your pleasure, a slave to your pain A slave to a business, a mistress, a wife Slave to the bottle
Runaway, all alone, on these streets you call your home Fade to black, painted smile On these streets there cries a wounded child On the run, shadows
