They are all so pretty But so scrupulous In so many ways I wonder if ever I'll get a chance To romance a lady From other shore of life Question I cannot ignore But you babe drive, just drive!
To hell and back again Mr. Buckingham I need a new drink As every other sinning man I want to break the floor And dance upon the fire Of complete terror Now here me roar, Oh, here me roar
Your fake love was never true Your remarks about me Never kept their hold As if I wasn't torn enough Tormented by the shame You had to cut me deeper To drive me insane Bloody vessel of God Be damned unholy creature Go back to Hell My love is over for you
Athletic and poetic Kind of insane Still playing this solo game I bet there is no reason I bet there is no cause For the prohibition Of merry time loss!
Slowly slowly People start to understand There is no journey There is no end One hell, another We are all born from the same father, Mother Earth we owe you a favor People's death is your sweetest flavor I don't mind diying as long all men die Before me, this I call a freedom of setting Earth free.