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Another Piece of Metal: Tribute to Scorpions (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Best of Hard Rock, Vol. 2: Kiss/Scorpions/Alice Cooper (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Best of Scorpions: Green Series (Scorpions) · Winning Combinations: Whitesnake & Scorpions (Whitesnake) · Be Aware of Scorpions (Michael Schenker) · A Tribute to the Scorpions (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Be Aware of Scorpions [Japan Bonus Track] (Michael Schenker) · Bad for Good: The Very Best of Scorpions (Scorpions) · Box of Scorpions (Scorpions) · The Best of the Scorpions, Vol. 2 (Scorpions) – and 90 other albums »
pretty, look young be fearless like the Scorpion the Scorpion the Scorpion and if by chance you cling to hate just rest assured it's your mistake
I was asleep in a hammock. I was dreaming that I was a web. I was a dream-catcher hanging in the window of a minivan Parked by the water's edge.
From the album donovan I like a pale Caucasian I like an olive Asian I like a Polynesian I like a slim Afrikaan Ladies from every land - love!
In the wee hours of the morning When everything is still I lay staring at the darkness Trying to find the will Only to be plagues By roaches,
The moment we said good bye Silence tore across the sky The riverbed by wide and dry As far as I could see And someone said My ghost was found Laying
one by one Devouring half of London Town The Devil is an Englishman A nest of tiny scorpions Are breeding in my cranium Poet Laureate of hell
by so we hid behind a tree I peeked out and they noticed me And said fondling the dead is a felony But you got nothing to fear 'cause we only came
I am one, one that shines Yeah, I was born of a scorpion´s mind I am one, so alive Don´t try to teach me what your lips can´t decide I´m
Where is all began born on desert sands Desperate citizens Led by scorpions Now the condition Religious discipline Foraging fanaticism Heaven
Once I got a splinter in the joint of my little toe And a garter snake bit my knee by the bend of the little St. Joe Honey that's Missouri,
Alabama trailer park they call home Boy standing at attention in the corner his own Terrified, scorpion crawling the wall By the way father,
leapt like a frog But got chased by the green sparrow She bartered her being Escaping the bird as a airborne scorpion She's morphing again Into something
dark Montana, long road Running fence, radio, trucks blow by Up high, no air, big dreams Take me back, take me back
I want to show you
Dreams that once found their destiny Soar above carried by sorrow The passage I once Followed bstructed by barriers Used up all the knowledge
(Lawrence Gowan) A scorpion skims across the desert Warm winds are stirring up your soul It's giving your eyes that tempting flicker Just the kind
The he opened the bottomless pit And the smoke and the flame arise And the sun and air were darkened by eternal night And in those days men will
and, with legs dangling, they fall asleep If one places a minute amount of liquor on a scorpion It will instantly go mad and sting itself to death
The great one has fallen on his side Swarmed by the eight crocodiles I know them by their name and lives I save my father from them Crocodiles
often I have watched it and believe That if it never reached your mind And it fell short your heart It's fallen to the desert floor where Scorpions
demented liquor, he is Determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats Quite frankly I'm sickened
(Hell) This is (Hell) This is (Hell) This is (Hell) This is Hell, incest kids under pressure In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
without my bullet proof vest Killing myself for the perfect honeymoon fighting with scorpions tied around my neck I hear the pitter patter of a killer
of viscous demented liquor, he is Determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy. He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats. Quite frankly
(Dickie Peterson) Yeahaiigh! Took a walk down by the industrial park You know the night was dark I heard the guard dog bark I turned around
when he made this land The Lord said yes, there's a plenty on hand But I left it down by the Rio Grande The fact is ol' boy, the stuff is so poor I