Marc Almond Lyrics
Marc Almond Lyrics
"The Hustler Lyrics"
Enter The Martyrs Lyrics
Wading trough lies Knee-deep in filth For a taste of their wisdom The knowledge they preach Man is but mice Food for the cataclysm Food for the cat
Wading trough lies Knee-deep in filth For a taste of their wisdom The knowledge they preach Man is but mice Food for the cataclysm Food for the cat
Over there
In the cold
Stands the Hustler
His eyes are old
He has seen a million ugly scenes
Places where men droop with mould
The backrooms
Where soiled goods are sold
Seen with opened eyes since frail fifteen
He has found it hard at first
But on his brow there sits a curse
For when the young must suf
Cold Hearted Woman Lyrics
[Blackmore/White] She came from across the water A devil's daughter was in disguise I crid for mercy - she bound and chained me and then she played me
fer[Blackmore/White] She came from across the water A devil's daughter was in disguise I crid for mercy - she bound and chained me and then she played me
At the hands of men
Memories of Christmas past
Were never there to ever last
Things as were can never
Be again
Over there
By the wall
Stands the Hustler
He's not very tall
He's trampled by the jaded by the sly
He's seen the darker side of men
First fascinated and then
He found his
Menace Lyrics
I want to lie to you All you can do is listen My smile is blinding you You'll never find out the truth You don't know which side I'm on The whole world
urge to laughI want to lie to you All you can do is listen My smile is blinding you You'll never find out the truth You don't know which side I'm on The whole world
An urge to cry
He'll find close friends
No friend at all
He feels so lonely, tired and small
How few are chosen from
The golden call
There's something in us all it seems
To crave adventure
Hunt for dreams
But corruption the seducer spoils our schemes
And surely as the snow will melt
Betty's Got A Bass Boat Lyrics
(Bernie Nelson/Craig Wiseman) Now Betty was your average ordinary girl Never wanted very much out of this world Just an occasional dinner and twirl, from
(Bernie Nelson/Craig Wiseman) Now Betty was your average ordinary girl Never wanted very much out of this world Just an occasional dinner and twirl, from
The Hustler
Grabs his soul and heads for home
With lessons learnt under his belt
Over there
By the wall
Stands the Hustler
With the men of law
On either side to flank the sallow youth
But some of us will never learn
It takes the blow of fists to burn
How painfully we suffer for the truth