All our times have come. Here, but now there, gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. (We can be like they are). . Come on baby.
All our times have come. Here, but now they're gone. The seasons don't fear the Reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. And we can be like they are.
With a purposeful grimace. And a terrible scowl. He pulls the spitting. High-tension wires down. . Helpless people on subway trains. Scream my god as he looks in on them.
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound. He pulls the spitting high tension wires down. Helpless people on a subway train. Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them.
(Blue Oyster Cult). . All our times have come. Here but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. We can be like they are.
[Written by Blue Oyster Cult]. . All our times have come. Here but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain.
My scabs are almost picked. Slowly growing into this, feelings I just can't let go. I am such a bore that you need that much more. Go back that way and see what you get from me then.
My scabs are almost picked. Slowly growing into this, feelings I just can't let go. I am such a bore that you need that much more. Go back that way and see what you get from me then.
She got less than you or I. She got less than me. She got less than you or I. She got less than me. . She get. She get. Tired. She gets tired. . She got more than you or I.
Well, I bumped inside the magic man. And he laid some tricks on me. He said, "You do need help, my friend". I whispered, "Obviously". . He laid a spread of Jacks and Queens.
I have no home. I live within my mind.. I have no one. no one I'm bringing up to the sky with me.. . No weapon - I carry no sword, only my hands to protect me..
Hell bent for leather on a moonlit night. There's a hot wind blowing better hold on tight. To your soul. . Blue fire rising up from the deep. Burning the world just when it's trying to sleep.
That night her kiss told me it was over. I walked out late into the dark. The misty gloom seemed to soak up my sorrow. And further I went on I felt a spreadin' calm.
Harvester of eyes, that's me. And I see all there is to see. When I look inside your head. Right up front to the back of your skull. . Well, that's my sign that you are dead.
Raise your can of beer on high and seal your fate forever. Our best years have past us by, the golden age of leather. . This was the night not long to come in the year of our Lord A.D.
With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound. He pulls the city's high tension wires down. . Helpless people on a subway train. Scream "My God" as He looks in on them.
All our times have come. Here, but now they're gone. Seasons don't fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain. (We can be like they are). .