Metal & Hard Rock
LIKE A HOT SMOKING PISTOL
ON A SATURDAY NIGHT..
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
I'M NOT THE ONE WHO'S SO FAR AWAY WHEN I FEEL THE SNAKEBITE ENTER MY VIENS