Thursday, September 25, 2003

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs flow.
Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.
Oh, won't you please take me home.
I gotta roll, can't stand still,
Got a flame in my heart, can't get my fill,
Eyes that shine burning red,
Dreams of you all thru my head.
Now I'm back in black,
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back.
Yes, I'm let loose,
From the noose,
That's kept me hanging about.
I've been looking at the sky,
'Cause it's gettin' me high.
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die.
I got nine lives.
Cat's eyes.
Abusin' every one of them and running wild.

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