Thank you for being my friend. Always true blue to the end. But you are distracting me, tempting, attracting me. Why must you be just a friend?. . Why oh-oh why oh?.
The night they took him to the graveyard. It was moonlight; call of the wild. They forced him to bury his father. Oh boy, he was only a child. He grew older, meaner and vicious.
Well, I've talked to the wind and I've listened to rain. I have climbed to the clouds and I've cried out with pain. This life is for living, so come to my side.
[lyrics by Harry Conklin]. . Raised on leather, weaned on war. A hell bent rebel overload. The gleam of a spike, the stain of blood. All the power contained in a raging flood.