Lyrics:
Twist that knife
Come on make it hurt
Make me go out in a field
Light a fire and just watch it burn
Stand me up on a Friday night
Tell me you
with a woman
Yeah, this is my confession, I'm leaving, I can't be a priest anymore, anymore
And oh my my, oh hey hey
There he goes, the man of faith
Programming: Pavel Rosak
Electric Guitar: Hugh Burns
Bass Guitar: Mo Foster
Strings, Cor Anglais, and Brass Arranged By: Andrew Jackman
Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
some harmony
I fight in Jah's army
See me on the front lines guitar by my side fire in my eye rhythm bout to fly
Like bullets from the nine my crown
you can see it on my face
Don't wanna be a wait, just wanna be great Got some people gon' hate, tryna get in my way
Fuck it, I spice up, this shit by
Yeah, this is my confession, I'm leaving, I can't be a priest anymore, anymore
And oh my my, oh hey hey
There he goes, the man of faith
Left
the stands
[ guitar ]
I noticed the cigarette burns on his vest
And the rembrandt of a dream left in his eyes
The boys said he could have well been the best
Through the maw of the woods, a black carriage was drawn
Flanked by barbed lightning that hissed of the storm
(Gilded in crests of Carpathian breed)
of wild (Hold onto your wits!)
Oh oh oh, by the way, I play guitar!
Tennis shoes and caps, now that's phat
Up until the day another want to laugh
Palm trees and beautiful hips
Man it dosen't get any better than this
Sun settin' like fire on the Viper Room
Old Lemmy holed up at the bar
hanging out going nowhere
Digging how the guitar goes
In a song that no one knows
Did you burn that yourself
Or did the voodoo magic help?
Does everyone
been locked up all by myself but I'm known to grow my own
I Burn it 'til it's gone
Like there ain't nothing wrong
I'm just out in the shade watching
"we hate you Tom, you suck dick
Burn in hell"
Tom: yeah, fuck that hey -Hey I say
I say fuck the hating Tom-thing
That's what I say are we ready Mark?
Go ahead.. [Big Al guitar solo]
Just close your eyes and we're off again.
This line won't make another stop
It's so well synchronized
It's time
dare you even try
Step in line, bite the bullet, now you all prepare to die
Shadow of the element
Wrecked in every town
This guitar's my fast gun
I'm
But I'm up taking wing
I'm not suffering from this loss
I'm emboldened by every crucible
Consumption is king
Burn everything
Wasting wanting
Feed
Ravish all thy senses
With indulgences so sweet.
Let hearts burn with passion
On this night of fleeting care,
May we gather in the temple
Where angels
Of wimpish amusement,
Replaced by a rash
Of 'creative' confusement!
Soon, my brave zombies,
You'll make your return!
Broadway will glow!
Broadway will burn
Leave my suitcase by the car I'll bring it in in the mornin'
Stack my guitar case just inside the door
Pet the dog too tired to wag his tail
Check
A plea for some comeuppance
Feed the fire
Hope it burns 'til dawn
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
talk shit, he get hit
With the quickness
'Bout my business, tight circle
Ain't no hiss-hiss when I leave the game
Guarantee that they gon' miss this
I want to burn while the flame is burning
The riff played here by the bass and guitar sounds like
F# f e a e f f# repeated with an extra a sometimes
My voice burns from the smoke while tequila burns yours
I've been away for a minute how it feels to be back you ask I'll answer that by Sunday
for forgiveness
I'll tell you parables of making love
And spreading kindness
Flames rise like butterflies
Been frightened by my stompin'
I'm
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