I like to believe he's the chosen one I like to believe he's the fallen one Dead but rising Dear wind of Mississippi can you call him by name I have followed his wings on a sunny day I raise the fist, raise the fist with power and fate And wishing that

Smoking in the dark cinema See the bad go down again And I was gripped by that deadly phantom I followed him through hard jungles As he stalked through the back lots Strangling through the night shades Oh, the thief of life Moved onwards and outwards to