said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row

Come, come, my baby come I will show you the world I will cover your nightmares I will love you forever I will not let you go Without you boy Black burn, I feel so alone Now I'm here now I'm hanging out in the street

But like me He don't know where he'll go wrong; He won't cry so many tears There's no room for us out there; You can lose your hope and pride. When it comes to broken dreams You'll get your share. Sometime a man breaks down, And the good thing he is

Hail Satan, Archangelo Hail Satan, Welcome year zero Belial, Behemoth, Beelzebub Asmodeus, Satanas, Lucifer Since dawn of time the fate of man is that of lice Equal as parasites and moving without eyes A day of reckoning when penance is to burn Count

I didn’t come to make trouble One day in the sun I didn’t come to make But there’s a war on the rise We were built for survival Given no compromise But I just want Hanging out having fun Just like a wrecking ball

Crois-tu seulement qu'un jour Tu puisses changer? A quoi bon jouer la comédie Comme on dit Une goutte de pluie Et c'est fini Un coup de vent Et tout fout l'camp C'est dit du reste

I will never believe in anything again Oh change will come Oh we will never believe again Preach electric to a microphone stand We will never believe again They broke the mold Girls used to follow me around Throw your cameras in the air And wave 'em like

Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon And hang 'em high He comes from nowhere and he turns on his own Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead

Show me something Girl, my shit one hunnid You won't be disappointed Can I come change that outcome? Come on, let's get started, started, solid, solid, solid, solid Don't make no assumptions 'Cause I'm gon' keep it solid, solid, solid, solid, solid,

said about playing this chord He ain't hitting the be flat right I'm a make a hit If it's the last thing I do And I done come home to you And you done put your cold feet on me Get warm your feet, woman Hanging around the studio For three days in a row