sempre andare via. Cosa sono adesso tu non devi chiederlo. Non lo so neanch'io. Inganno o verita? Il presente e sempre qui, ma lo butto via cosi e passato
qualcuno ora non sei qua E l'ho fatto perche' tu meritavi un po' di piu' di quel poco che ero io passato, presente e futuro mio. E come sempre in ogni
esser qualcuno ora non sei qua E l'ho fatto perche' tu meritavi un po' di piu' di quel poco che ero io passato, presente e futuro mio. E come sempre
it we're lovers At present As we were in the past But what about the future? Strange Past-present-future What about the future?
We've been goin', I've never been at ease I met a gyspie girl and I took her on the track The kinda girl walk, the driver don't talk Tryin' bucks between
Well, sweet a little sista's high in hell cheatin' on a halo Grind in a Odyssey Holocaust heart kick on tomorrow Breakdown agony I said ecstasy in overdrive
Gripping the wheel His knuckles went white with desire The wheels of his Mustang Exploding on the highway like a slug from a 45 True death 400 horsepower
Jesus lived his life in a cheap hotel On the edge of route 66 yeah, he lived a dark and Twisted life and he came right back just to do it Again eye for
Sadistic wicked ones Still the mortal sting I am the only one A dark and dreary thing And the blood washes Across the crucified Yeah, so few are chosen
I'm your boogieman, that's what I am I'm here to do whatever I can Be it early mornin', late afternoon Or at midnight, it's never too soon To want to
Yeah, I am the astro-creep A demolition style, hell American freak, yeah I am the crawling dead A phantom in a box, shadow in your head, say Acid suicide
Earl had a baby Baby was her name He knew she was crazy Tiny was the same Down behind the shed Slaughtering the hog Slice along the belly Feed it to
Yeah, I am the super-eye A blackened dream a golden eye Trapped in a fantasy A silent clown, a villain see Mongrels of pinball filth Electric shrines
She's a zombie baby Dead ringer in my head And now we're rollin' We're empty playin' Yeah Hey yeah, like a zombie breathin' Hey yeah, been thinkin'of
"1, 2, 3, 4 Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, let's go! Hey-ho, lets go Yeah Formin' in a straight line Goin' through a tight wind Kids are
Dig deep down from Planet X, yeah Thirteen ghosts in the devil's head Step right up and feel the fire Hardcore love of the never dead Call me the American
