Metal & Hard Rock
LIKE A HOT SMOKING PISTOL
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT..
HAD TO GIVE IT ALL AWAY
NO STRINGS TO HOLD ME
PRAYING FOR THE DAY
STRINGS ARE THINGS
THAT ONCE CONTROLLED ME
HEARTACHES COME AND GO
AND ALL THAT'S LEFT
ARE THE WORDS
I CAN'T LET GO...
I COUNT THE FALLING TEARS
THEY FALL BEFORE MY EYES
SEEMS LIKE A THOUSAND YEARS
SINCE WE BROKE THE TIES
YEAH, I AM THE ASTRO-CREEP A DEMOLITION STYLE HELL AMERICAN FREAK