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*** Autor textu: Blackie Lawless | I don´t know where I´m going, but I can´t wait to get there
All I know is, I´m just going
I ran away from home last night, gone forever
I was running for my life
And I´ve heard the words of what I should be
Live, work, die, I am the orphan of the night
Take me down, I´m coming home, the road to ruins
Inside the pleasure dome
Take me down, I´m coming home, arena of pleasure
Where I belong
I´m in the eyes of my rage, where no hurricane dies
I´m in the eyes of my rage, where the hurricane lies
Oh, a storm´s in my eyes
And like the beast that´s in my soul, I´m the restless child
Ah mama, I´m running for my life
I was sixteen going nowhere, will I see seventeen alive
And I was running from the nightmare
I stand at the promised land with fire in my eyes
I´m at the crossroad of my destiny and desire
Oh, God, what will I be
And my obsession is the gasoline to feed my fire
Oh it´s burning in me
Don´t waste the tears on my wasted years
Mama I´m outta here
They are poisoned snakes with double tongoues
Horney hedgehogs who do their wrong
Deaf men and blind worms, they´ll be not seen
They are pawns and rooks for a crimson king
They are a government with a parliament of whores
Can you hear the screams from the fame machine
Down in Chainsaw Charlies morgue? |
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