Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society Lyrics
Zakk Wylde & Black Label Society Lyrics
"Battering Ram Lyrics"
Whole Lotta Shakin Lyrics
Well c'mon over baby, whole lotta shakin going on yeah c'mon one over baby, baby you can't go wrong we ain't fakin'
Well c'mon over baby, whole lotta shakin going on yeah c'mon one over baby, baby you can't go wrong we ain't fakin'
Through your fear I am reborn
My hand of grief can't be ignored
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil again and again
I am the spike which drives through your hand
For I am eternal, battering ram
Silence Lyrics
"I was once was told of a mutant who could twist space around him and now it seems that I've met him!" ->
"I was once was told of a mutant who could twist space around him and now it seems that I've met him!" ->
I'd kill myself to see you die
As you suffer, tears of joy come to my eyes
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil again and again
I am the spike which drives through your hand
For I am eternal, battering
Lookin' Out For Number One Lyrics
What kind of fool do you think I am To believe you really give a damn You're just lookin' out for number oneram
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil again and again
I am the spike which drives through your hand
For I am eternal, battering ram
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil agai
I am the spike which drives through your hand
For I am eternal, battering ram
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil again and again
I am the spike which drives through your hand
What kind of fool do you think I am To believe you really give a damn You're just lookin' out for number one
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil again and again
I am the spike which drives through your hand
For I am eternal, battering ram
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil agai
Ghosts Of Cape Horn Lyrics
All around old Cape Horn Ships of the line, ships of the morn Some who wish they'd never been born They are the
n and againAll around old Cape Horn Ships of the line, ships of the morn Some who wish they'd never been born They are the
I am the spike which drives through your hand
For I am eternal, battering ram
You know my name, yeah you know who I am
Frustrated turmoil again and again
I am the spike which drives through your hand