Betcha thinkin' that the world is wrong Betcha thinkin' that the world is sin Betcha thinkin' that I'm takin' all the wreckage And I'm leakin' all the
Fear my whole life set to speed time is taken, not enough for me Just like my age is dying My friends are always crying It's not enough to pacify your
Seven years ago When you still had your smile When you still had your laugh Always in control To bring us all alive To leave us when you died Walking
This is Holy Mother's cover version of this Dio classic. This version will also be appearing on the upcoming Dio tribute album.
You booked us a flight You took us for free You got us to sign Intelligence played on me Don't care if we die Your money is king You never grew up And
Herald I'm calling Herald my friend My flag is falling I'm bound by the end Is anybody home I live to stand alone This time you pushed me too far Red
Rain is falling My face is burning Time to worship the sun Standing still but My wheels are turning Time to polish my gun Walk the mile For my native
Livin' in the gutter Livin' in the gutter Livin'in the gutter Livin' in the gutter Sleepin' in the gutter Daddy says the preacher man Is stealin' from
Alone, don't you want to be free The road that you left me Has spent all the best part of me Oh, you lost all your taste You used up my body And just
I've got this feeling from the inside out Somehow I made it through the rain A good and evil battle with my soul Now I've been tempted by the pain I
Caught on a whim, pressure's building up now All out of wind, it's a frantic race Politics, lunatics, it's the mad man's law Traveled the light, blinded
You live at night, there's seven ways to make a dollar When the sun goes down, you try to face another day You shade the light and hit the basement wall
Somewhere, hiding out From the shame inside Reach out Grab a hold of the sky Give me a piece Of the broken past Give me a reason To say that I can Give
In the dark I'm lying low In the bed of solid gold In the field of smoke and stone Angels come to save my soul Brothers race to stop the guns Untie the
Holding on, you left me when my brother took my throne Stripped me of my shield to die alone My horse is left, my only friend We'll pound the streets
Sister told me I've been brain dead Lost my home That's a drag I can see the only way to hurt you Taking me to toy a life of virtue I can feel it Burning
Golden tiles and golden lines Reflections blinding me I see your eyes like mirror blinds The only thing I see Hands across a cotton tie The hands that
Say-hail the leader with the mask Let's say we put him to the test Somehow he doesn't like the sound He'll dig his heels into the ground To think that