As I went out to meet my maker As I went down that narrow road The daughter of the local shaker Walked ahead of me whispering in my ear And singing this
Every time I look up at these pictures on the wall I think I hear you calling but there's no one there at all All the rooms are empty, dusty echoes in
I have found my freedom You will find me flyin' down a highway of gold My shirt sleeves are rolled Laying waste for a pot of gold I go fast 'till I'm
Well, I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women And I love them all the same I love the women But not enough to give them my name
I went south I went west Trying to find the girl that I love best Up north and back east Trying to find a place to lay my feast I searched the heavens
BLANKET OF SORROW Well, I sang in your morning, I sang in your night. Dusty old travels and forty watt lights. But lovin' to you was like the sand in
You've seen enough of what the world can do I've seen too much of it without you So tell me now as far as we're concerned What would it take to make a
CHANGE THE TUNE All your old heroes are calling a bluff. Now you're out making messes in the name of love. All your old newspapers collecting dust, there
with a blink of an eye the sun and the moon collide with a blink of an eye the fire, it breathes again with a blink of an eye I must repress again with
divine grace Deathly pallor, funeral cortege Mass extermination, the scorching breath Greedy death mask, greeping barrage Deadly termination, the scorching breath The scorching
Farewell, good night, last one out turn out the lights And let me be, let me die inside Let me know the way through this world of hate in you 'Cause
We rage like a plague through this age of greed Sowers of discord, growing wars to reap A terrible crop to beat a vicious retreat Scorched earth, rebirth
I could see the sky from afar was sitting blue and so still And I could see the clouds rolling in were forcing us to the hills I could see the sky from
kicking loud trash A ghost girl and a bulldog are whittling myflash In the kitchen of birds sits a wicked child's cat But the unbated vicar of scorched
(All spoken) You'll see. They think I'm off my crust as I creep about the caff. But I'm really getting ready to surprise them all, Because I'm busy
what is past, Wonders what he's doing on this battlefield, Shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel. In his wake he leaves scorched earth
Geschlossen? Reihen rucken vor, In wiegend? Schritt, Staub steigt empor. Die schwersten Stunden stehen? bevor, Doch Sieg wir haben uns geschwor?n. Wenn