Somewhere,lost it in a turn
Trouble seems to fit him like a glove.
First come,First served,he`s serving it back,
Travels light,without a pack,without love.
He comes from nowhere,returns on his own,
late for the hanging,yes he`s heading for the moon
Hang `em High.
Leather,across his thighs,
Blasting out the night,he`s terrified to drive.
One eye on the road, crashed upon his head,
One ear to the ground,he`s listening to the dead.
He comes from nowhere,returns on his own,
late for the hanging,yes he`s heading for the moon
Hang `em High.
Alone to himself,he`s laughing up his sleeve,
Looking back in anger,the city is rleaved.
Vision of Light,
Child of the night,
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