Masters of Reality

get your black suit on and be a son of a bitch i need a scratch from the hand of the ass that sold me the itch it's a big sell out its a big party high noon amsterdam time and the action is free ain’t no debutante ball ain’t no sweet sixteen stuc

now i am a saint a worried stone i aint astral traveller now i am a cat what you think about that? a nerve unraveller wandering in a parking lot on a rainy afternoon now I am an astronaut third man on the moon now i change my voice i aint got no choi

Oh, riding hood I smell blood and my hands are shaking It's so tight that it ain't right Are you there for the taking? Christ seekers look into the sand I wash that blood right from my hands Run far away from the place where you came Run far away fro

spending the day on the roof of the shed telling myself i'd be better off dead hung on the line no sense of time stuck in the crack of dawn breaking your bread all this for nothing's the one thing i dread fading away in the afternoon sun no clouds to

Major Lance have you forgotten where the beauty lies? Amongst all things between all things is where the beauty lies 专辑:Deep in the Hole 歌手:Masters of Reality 歌曲:Major Lance