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judas priest'in 1977 çıkışlı Sin After Sin albümün 6. şarkısı.
i made a spike about nine o'clock on a saturday
all eyes hit me as i walked into the door
then? and then the guys were fooling in the demin dudes
a couple cards played rough stuff, new york, fire island
i cased the joint, straining at the scenes
i moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin'
i snapped the smile off his face and scowled "give me a bourbon"
the mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting
all the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some action
the scene screwed me up, i saw some contact
then the big boys, saw me and knew that
i'd had too much, floating around
statues alive, seconds are hours
sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and shattered
i was barely holding on to this flying body symphony
i guess i dream in pictures, not colors
the true free expression i demand is human rights - right
i gave my life, i am immortal
i'm going, no loss
i'm going, no loss
i'm going, no loss
i'm going, no loss
nightmare, just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw
deal
i made a spike about nine o'clock on a saturday
all eyes hit me as i walked into the door
then? and then the guys were fooling in the demin dudes
a couple cards played rough stuff, new york, fire island
i cased the joint, straining at the scenes
i moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin'
i snapped the smile off his face and scowled "give me a bourbon"
the mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting
all the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some action
the scene screwed me up, i saw some contact
then the big boys, saw me and knew that
i'd had too much, floating around
statues alive, seconds are hours
sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and shattered
i was barely holding on to this flying body symphony
i guess i dream in pictures, not colors
the true free expression i demand is human rights - right
i gave my life, i am immortal
i'm going, no loss
i'm going, no loss
i'm going, no loss
i'm going, no loss
nightmare, just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw
deal
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