You see me now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars / I’ve been living on the edge so long / Where the winds of limbo roar / And I’m young enough to look at, and far too old to see
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Blue Öyster Cult
Clock strikes twelve and Moon drops burst / Out at you from their hiding place / Like acid and oil on a madman’s face / His reason tends to fly away
All our times have come / Here but now they’re gone / Seasons don’t fear the reaper / Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound / He pulls the spitting high tension wires down / Helpless people on subway train / Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them
Parched land, no desert sand / The Sun is just a dot / And a little bit of water goes a long way, ‘cause it’s hot / Three good buddies were laughin’ and smokin’
Home in the valley / Home in the city / Home isn’t pretty / Ain’t no home for me