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
AND IT'S BEEN AWHILE SINCE I COULD SAY THAT I WASN'T ADDICTED