anymore, I wanta know your intentions! (sung) With me it's all er nuthin'. Is it all er nuthin' with you? It cain't be "in between" It cain't be
It's a man's world and he has seen the need For yet another man to do the dirty deed In Rock 'n' Rollywood our guy's at work Pushing love shit to some
like a buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of gettin cream let's do this, against T-D-S So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see
, he means less to me Than the lowliest cactus flower Or the humblest Yucca tree He chases round this desert 'Cause he thinks that's where I'll be That's
'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer
Sun is painted in deepest Black whilst Heaven seems to die Lunar Mistress empowers us with all Her bloodred Glance Caine's Children born as Dragon's Seed
In the primitive lands of Nod As the two sons of Adam offer up Their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high A dark fate born by sacrificial fire [Caine
in the potter's field he lies. The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve. The sons of Cain receive no reprieve. Waiting for a dead man's shoes. Have you heard
clearer in the mirror when you look at your exterior, In fear of ya interior voice Some whos the one with good game that cook caine proper And offer it
ain't none ever seen the face of his foe no he ain't made of flesh & bone he's the one who sits up close beside you an when he's there you are alone
va¤ntar pa? ka¤nslan En man vid en avsats En iskall Michael Caine Och alla som a¤lskat dig Har hatat mig av ra¤dsla Fa¶r att jag ska se dem Som offer
Abel when God accepted Abel's offering and not his. Abel's offering showed that Cain was not giving his best to God, and Cain's
There's scores of black roses with venomous thorns It's a playground for murder, the damned and insane And deep in it's heart sets the mad house of Cain Cain
death by it's side the first man raised a Cain and the rest is history we are not god's images nor christ's poor misled sheep babylon never fell
I'm going out in a blaze of glory Lord I never drew first But I drew first blood I'm no one's son Call me young gun You ask about my conscience And I offer
jester's promenade Lying at my feet I see the offering you bring The mark of Cain is on our faces, borne of suffering O, I long to see you say it's not