Lyrics:
Blue Oyster Cult On Your Feet Or On Your Knees

my angled dream See me in my blue sky bag And meet me by the sea Oyster boys are swimming for me now Save me from the death like creature Oyster boys

Harvester of eyes, that's me And I see all there is to see When I look inside your head Right up front to the back of your skull Well that's my sign

So grab your rose and ring side seat, We're back home at Conry's bar The blond girl with her tattoo, Reds and wine, cokes of course Oh my suzy, my suzy

let the girl, let that girl, rock and roll Cities on flame now, with rock and roll Gardens of nocturne, forbidden delights Reins of steel, and it's alright Cities on

Goering's on the phone to Freiburg Say's Willie's done quite a job Hitler's on the phone from Berlin Say's I'm gonna make you a star My Captain Von