Special Album
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Bad mornings, good nights
Gotta run gotta hide from the light

Bar lights, blind my eyes
Crash the car and got in a fight

Gimme blood
Gimme blood


Gimme blood
Gimme blood pollution

Stole some whiskey, stole some wine
I stole my best friends girl for a line

Sin City, it's alright
I looked at the mirror, all I saw was light

At the end of a dream
If you know where I mean
When the mist just starts to clear

In a similar way
At the end of today
I could feel the sound of writing on the wall
It cries for you
It's the least that you can do

Like a spiral on the wind

I can hear it screamin, in my mind
Long live rock and roll
Long live rock n roll
Long live rock and roll

In a different time
When the words didn't ryhme
You could never quite be sure
Then on with the change
It was simple but strange
And you knew the feeling seemed to say it all
It cries for you
It's the least that you can do
Like a spiral on the wind
I can hear it screamin' in my mind
Long live rock and roll
Long live rock n roll


Long live rock and roll

Getting as good as you give
Sleep with the devil and then you must pay
Sleep with the devil, and the devil will take you away

Look away from the sea
I can take you anywhere
Spend a vision with me
A chase with the wind

Move closer to me
I can make you anyone
I think you're ready to see
The gates of babylon

The power of what has been before
Rises to trap you within
A magic carpet ride a genie maybe more
A city of heavenly sin
Sleep with the devil and then you must pay
Sleep with the devil, the devil will take you away
Black gates of babylon

The devil is me
And I'm holding the key
To the gates of sweet hell
Babylon

Risk my soul, test my life
For my bread
Spend my time, lost in space
Am I dead
let the river flow
Through my callused hands
And Take me from my own
The eyes of the damn
Yeh it makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from bone
Oooh we turn a dream to stone

And We all die young
And We all die Young
Tell me I know
I lived so afraid
And Still we cry alone
with words left unsaid

Yeh, it makes my stomach turn
And it tears my flesh from bone
Now we turn a dream to stone

And We all die young