She recognizes the voice on the phone But she can't recall his face She hears knocking on her door at night But he never leaves a trace She's had seven
Check it We can go toe to toe with the blows to the temple (NOT) Not the Temple of Doom so make room for the Unamerican Caravan (who you down with?)
Roll on up for the price is down Come on in for the best in town Take your pick of the finest wine Lay your bets on this bird of mine Roll on up for
A short delay The parrot blues Little voices mimic you It's not so hard to make that sound So watch your back, the 'Ides of March' Cut your hair like
Roll on up for my price is down Come on in for the best in town Take your pick of the finest wine Lay your bets on this bird of mine Roll on up for the
Love come quick Love come in a hurry There are thieves in the temple tonight They don't care where they kick Just as long as they hurt you There are
[Lyrics & Music: Vicious Rumors] Running the distance Alive for the last time Press on without question... without fear.. oh.. Give to the moon-give
I rush through purple mist Fury in my eyes / Beast of prey's look I make my way through shrubs of Skeletons My target is just around the corner. I weep
Oh it seems like somethin' tells me I've been here before And it don't feel right I won't be you leper anymore How many fingers do you see? Now tell
Heaven and hell - I remember the old days Where we started, we walked, where we trusted and talked End of all wars - dawn of our green land Ask yourself
Take my hand, now there's no turning back Walk right up the path into the black The city down below, shines up so bright We can do it in the moonlight
Ancient cromlech carved of ice, Etched against a glimmering sky, Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black
It was christmas eve, I was standin' in the parking lot Of "fabulous girls, nude - nude - nude" In the car next to me there was a young lady
Music & Words: Antonini Somewhere I feel as I were lost in the land where no one survives Sometimes I cry touching the ghost in this temple where we
(Moneylenders and Merchants) Roll on up -- for my price is down Come on in -- for the best in town Take your pick of the finest wine Lay your bets on
Check it We can go, toe to toe with the blows to the temple (Not) Not the Temple of Doom, so make room For the Unamerican Caravan (Who you down with?)
( Instrumental )
Make me feel serenity when all is revealed So easy to look back in life And the question all I want Must seek the strength to push forward I want to