The Beast of the Apocalipse
Tryin' to be number one
Dad use to tell me - "Whatever you do
never let go 'til you're done"
I was fightin' as anyone
I was twisted around
I was broke just as anyone
On the way - way down
Never ever settle for less
Raise you hand it's to kill or to bless
Never ever settle for less
Who needs a crown when your head's on the ground
Let me out I'm just makin' a mess
Chip on my shoulder and look on my face
Changin' my life on the fly
Too late to make it and too late to stop
Too late to figure out why
I can m
Black Bush
i can sense it all around me
there's somethin' in this room
it ain't magic nor no witchcraft
no bitch on no broom
look see his bones are gone
he done left the grave
the grip of death it could not hold him down no
it's for him that i rave
my knees was made for kneelin'
an that's just what they'll do
one of these days little girl
i'll go down an pray for you
look see his bones are gone
he's done all my dyin'
sometimes hope's so strong in me girl
i commence to cryin'
o my brothers
these are the great dust bowl days
just take a gander round ya
everything in a wicked haze
"the wind blows like the devil when it blows
an a boy grows up an like the wind he goes"