Overkill - Shadow of a doubt

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Give me your love, give me your money
Give me your soul, let me have it honey
All lined up, paint em red
All lay down, praying me dead
Here you go baby, a birthday surprise
Bes believe your eyes
Cover them in roses
Cover them in lies
Dress them up in persecution
Best believe your eyes

Nothing you hear, half of what your seeing
Make myself clear, talk about believing
3-5-7 and a bottle of blood
All went down to heaven, hell s full of the good
All over baby, here s a big surprise
Best believe your eyes
Cover them in roses
Cover them in lies
Dress them up in persecution
Best believe your eyes

6-6-6-6-6-6
Your enemies, your demons scream to get out
Beyond the shadow of a doubt

Listen to your spirit scream,
Wring your soul out until it s clean
Well beyond the shadow of a doubt
Kiss your purity goodbye
Squeeze you tight so you won t die
All your demons screaming to get out
Hear the footsteps, feel the breath
Good intentions lead to death
All your enemies are looking out
Well beyond the shadow of a doubt
Well beyond the shadow of a doubt

Inne utwory

  • Chalie get your gun
  • Time to kill
  • Weight of the world
  • Hole in the sky
  • Infectious
  • Overkill II
  • Feed my head
  • Let me shut that for you
  • Gasoline dream
  • Head first
  • Undying
  • Solitude
  • Bold face pagan stomp
  • Hello from the gutter
  • Losowe utwory

    The cross

    Red river flows down the skin of his face
    step by step he s walking through the mist life ordains
    died by the hand of men who preach in the name of god
    silver moonlight shines on the eyes of emptiness
    see the signs written on the wall
    see the...

    Gunman

    Gunamn, my sort of star, we put you there
    You re all of us now, you re all over town
    an wrappers and cans, you re bigger then life
    You re braver than dad
    You re a gunman, holding your own
    You re a gunman,...

    Scenes from a coffee house

    I remember Sunday afternoons at Kaldi s
    I was never really down with coffee shops
    A group of beatniks reading Kerouac
    And the smell of grass from the parking lot
    And as I recall

    We got to know each other
    We got to...

    With hands tied

    It s not getting later,
    there’s no common place,
    and everything’s taken.
    With these expectations,
    of getting this right,
    who could avoid failure.
    With hands tied behind my back,
    I stand helpless waiting.
    Confined to this breaking point,
    I don’t stand alone.
    How have I forgotten,
    the source of control,
    my first inspiration.
    When trying to take on,
    this life obstacle,
    I need to remember.
    ...

    Pardonner

    Stopper le conflit
    Oui mais tout n est pas gagné
    Pardonner pardonner a tout ce qu elle est
    Cesser d obéir
    Je vous demande d essayer
    De pardonner de pardonner a tout ce qu elle est

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