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Sundown comin’ on a Friday night
All I wanna do is Rock n Roll
But the way I’ve been livin’ ain’t so forgivin’
And it’s wearing upon my soul
Life goes fast it’ll kick you in the ass
And leave you a runnin’ low
I’ve got the number so I make the call
Then I’m all ready to go, go, go!
I’m not advocating anything illegal
Or dangerous to society
It’s just one man’s opinion
But it’s always worked for me
I need a little Gasoline
For my Party Machine
Stone cold sober and it’s got me thinkin’
Buddy, there ain’t no way
To walk through a life that cuts like a knife
And gets bloodier every day
I think it’s high time to numb my mind
Give thinkin’ just a little rest
Call ‘em fair weather friends, but them’s the type of friends
That a guy like me likes best
Call it some kind of weakness if you want to
But your words don’t bother me
You can call it inner strength that you’ve found
I call it mediocrity
Chorus
Sunrise comin’ on a Saturday
I’m feelin’ wrung out again
But no matter what happens, toe keeps a tappin’
And I crank it on up to 10
You want me to settle down?
Best quit coming around, cause you ain’t no friend to me.
I thought I told you once before, baby
Sleep is my mortal enemy
Just in case you didn’t understand me
Well I’ll inform you of the facts
While you’re fixin’ up your life the way you want it
I’m fixin for a heart attack
Chorus
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Hall of Champions
04:08
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Staring out the window
Of an empty dining hall
Through the middle distance of the night
Before me lies a kingdom
Once a battlefield
Where you and I once went to fight
Blood in our eyes
Voices and swords held high
Raise your chalices of ale toward the sky now
One more time for you my friend
There’s a place where you will long reside with honor
In the Hall of Champions
Many came to lay their claim
To these rolling meadows
Lusting for this fertile virgin land
Without remorse or mercy
We spilled their blood in rivers
Fiercest of the fiercest of the clans
As we fought side by side
We knew that we could never die
Raise your chalices of ale toward the heavens
One more time for you my friend
There’s a place where you will long reside with honor
In the Hall of Champions
When the war was over
And victory was won
Who would be the ruler of the land?
The council of the elders
Deliberated fast
You would reign and I would be your hand
And I silently wept
Cutting your throat as you slept
Raise your chalices of ale toward the moonlight
One more time for you my friend
There’s a place where you will long reside with honor
In the Hall of Champions
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Coffin Built For Two
04:09
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Baby, I ain’t having fun no more
I do believe that you and I are done for sure
And I think it’s time for you to be walking out that door
What are you waiting for?
I don’t believe a word when I look into your eyes
My intuition tells me otherwise
And when I think about the years that I was blind
You know it drives me out of my mind
Because you’re lyin’ while I’m lyin next to you
Ooh baby, I just want to know the truth
You’re tellin’ lies while I just lie right there beside you
It’s just like being buried alive in a coffin built for two
Now honey when this first started out
You used to be so sweet
Now all I want to do is bind your hands and feet
And toss your thieving, junkie ass out on the street
Do you hear me?
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Thieves of Thunder
02:37
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It is an age of faded glory
The fruit is dying on the vine
The thunder used to bring the rain
But it hasn’t come in such a long, long time
Mighty Thor, asleep on the job
We’re through with trying to appease the gods
We’re gonna take back what is ours
We’ll bring the rain and we will reign
Thunder - Thieves of Thunder
Stealing Thunder - Thieves of Thunder
To the gates of Valhalla
With stealth and agility
We’re just a band of mortal men
With other world abilities
Past the guards and up the steps
To the palace in the clouds
Into the chamber where mighty Thor
Is fast asleep and snoring loud
The hammer we take, then quietly make
Our way to the exit to make our escape
But in our haste, we make a mistake
We trip and we stumble right into a vase
It falls and it breaks
He suddenly wakes
There’s rage on his face and it’s on with the chase
Increasing heart rate
There’s no time to waste
Race towards the gates now before it’s too late
He can’t keep our pace
He curses the fates
He freezes in place and screams into space
It precipitates
The world celebrates
Now we feast on grapes from silvery plates
With chaste babes in tasty white lace.
Chorus
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Ridin'
04:35
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We Don't Party
02:44
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Tastes Like Bleach
03:07
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Jesus Hellraiser Christ
04:35
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Satanotron Rising
04:34
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Don't Make Me Hurt You
02:42
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Cheatin' Up
02:43
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