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Out on the streets, I'm stalking the night I can hear my heavy breathing Paid for the kill, but it doesn't seem right Something there I can believe in Voices are calling from inside my head I can hear them, I can hear them Vanishing memories of things that were said They can't try to hurt me now But a shot in the dark One step away from you Just a shot in the dark Always creeping up on you, all right Taught by the powers that preach over me I can hear their empty reason I wouldn't listen, I learnt how to fight I opened up my mind to treason But just like the wounded and when it's too late They'll remember, they'll surrender Never a care for the people who hate Underestimate me now But a shot in the dark One step away from you Just a shot in the dark Nothing that you can do Just a shot in the dark Always creeping up on you, all right But just like the wounded and when it's too late They'll remember, they'll surrender Never a care for the people who hate Underestimate me now But a shot in the dark One step away from you Just a shot in the dark Nothing that you can do Just a shot in the dark Always creeping up on you, all right Just a shot in the dark Just a shot in the dark Just a shot in the dark Just a shot in the dark

Screams break the silence Waking from the dead of night Vengence is boiling He's returned to kill the light Then when he's found who he's looking for Listen in awe and you'll hear him Bark at the moon Years spent in torment Buried in a nameless grave Now he has risen Miracles would have to save Those that the beast is looking for Listen in awe and you'll hear him Bark at the moon Hey yeah, bark at the moon They cursed and buried him along with shame And thought his timeless soul had gone (gone) In empty burning hell, unholy one But he's returned to prove them wrong, so wrong Oh, yeah baby Howling in shadows Living in a lunar spell He finds his heaven Spewing from the mouth of hell Those that the beast is looking for Listen in awe and you'll hear him Bark at the moon Hey yeah, bark at the moon Hey yeah, bark at the moon Oh, oh yeah, bark at the moon

 

The Perfect Gentleman

 

I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy Oh, no, oh I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah All around in my own town They tryin' to track me down, yeah They say they want to bring me in guilty For the killing of a deputy For the life of a deputy But I say Oh, no, no, oh I shot the sheriff (the sheriff) But I swear it was in self-defense (oh, no) Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah) I said, I shot the sheriff (oh, Lord) And they said it was a capital offense (oh, no, yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah) Yeah, Sheriff John Brown always acted mean For what? I don't know... Every time I plant a seed He said, "Kill it before it grow" He said, "Kill it then, before it grow" And so And so Read it in the news I shot the sheriff (Lord) But I swear it was in self-defense (where was the deputy?) Ooh, ooh, ooh I said, I shot the sheriff But I swear it was in self-defense, yeah Ooh... Freedom came my way one day And I started out of town, yeah All of a sudden, I saw Sheriff John Brown He mean to shoot me down So I shot, I shot, I shot him down And I say If I am guilty, I will pay I shot the sheriff (but I say) But I didn't shoot no deputy (I didn't shoot no deputy, oh) Oh, no, oh I shot the sheriff (I agree) But I didn't shoot no deputy (oh) Ooh, ooh, ooh (yeah) Reflexes had the better of me And what is to be, must mean Every day, the bucket, apple all well One day, the bottom, apple drop out One day, the bottom, apple drop out I said I, I, I, I shot the sheriff Lord, I didn't shot no deputy, no Yeah, I, I, (shot the sheriff) But I didn't shoot no deputy, yeah So, yeah

Jonna

 

Thank you Jonna

They shot the blue table.

Then they chained the blue table to the wall.

Hard work.

X service

Because the shooting and the record work is a feast for the dogs.

There´s always something to shoot and to record in other angles. The dogs bark because they´re hungry and the foxes are the dogs feasts.

The foxes are hungry. Hungry and do everything for the money. The foxes fall and fall in the dogs plates. ´Cause the foxes cant get out. They´re trapped and are blackmailed. Getting down and even more down every time they do it. So the social services starts. The foxes serve for the dogs feast. Then come the drugs...the descendesse began. The foxes go down down and down. Some end at the morgue.

Now I´m heading North...

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