Prisoner of war, prisoner of love, there's a torch to
Here we are
Face to face
The race against time
I go on
She drives me crazy, makes me belong
I can't take it
Everybody knows my name, everybody wants the fame
Everybody wants to
They pay me lots of money for what I do
I'm
You always told me, you can be beat
Thought you had
I see the scars from a mad man's knife
Marks on
Every second, every hour, every day
Your maginda may well make
Let's go out and have some fun
With our ski mask
I can still sweet Louise standing there
Like a child she
We don't need no burning crosses
Put out the fire of
Roxanne doesn't think she's pretty enough
She sits staring up at
A stab in the back never looked so familiar.
The time
The devil's head is along the highway
He's eletric and gotta
Remember when I was larger than life; everyone wanted a
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