We, we were always on the run From that old witch up the street In the days when I was young Ride, ride our bikes on into town For some hockey cards
Oh, the Milky Way has gone a little sour The leaves dried and the flower fell away I've been sitting, I've been waiting for a sign Inhuman beings taking
No sleep I haven't slept for a week And I'm cold Yeah, I'm so cold She's right I should do something with my life But I'm old, I'm old I'm getting old
I met a girl on a farm we started carrying on Late at night she said "Honey won't you stay?? and I said "Baby that just ain't the way I live? I had this
Hunter of tears, relative to pain half of this world is dark with the stain the stain of unknowing the dead flowe buds, on smiling lips is innocent blood
Hunter of tears, relative pain Half of this world is dark with the stain The stain of unknowing the dead flower buds On smiling lips is innocent blood
Here I sit A vampire at my piano The flames burn glaringly higher And the eyes that stare through the darkness Though they have no form There's
Hold up, oh no who let them in the door? It's like a freak show, shake it like a photo Hate is only what you say, not what you mean And pain is what'
The outside world has its own open sores by our mores. To be sanitized. Filthy! Unclean! What do they fear? This is their evil this year. Why do they
This is a mad house, she goes straight for the palm You'll be luck to make it till Tuesday I say you must be joking, the ideas absurd But the pictures
Flame, why do I come so close to you? Vain, telling me what I shouldn't do I saw you smoldering before I let him burn me to the floor, flame Flame, why
My heart is black and my lips are cold Cities on flame with rock and roll Three thousand guitars they seem to cry My ears will melt and then my eyes
Another night slowly closes in And I feel so lonely Touching heat freezing on my skin I pretend you still hold me I'm going crazy, I'm losing sleep I
It was a night like any other night As it moved into a new day Came up to a crossroad Colours turnin' to grey yeah You had troubles way back home So you
From the Album: * Keeper of the flame Mother mother, gotta understand, That mother mother we've got murder on our hands. Your sons
Yeah, you can do that Well, take a look at me now here Another sucker ruining the atmosphere It's gotta be the story of my life You know I'll mean from
From the Album: * Keeper of the flame I'm up & you're kinda low Are you provin', that you don't want me no more Mixed up and I'm all alone And
Anywhere you go I will follow, I will follow Every time you call I can hear you My killer my shadow Wherever I go you follow Through the busy street