One last song for the wicked
One last song and a cigarette
I see you standing in the back
forming a silhouette
...
Me and my motorbike went out on a trip
As a black leather phantom i looked cool and hip
But with the sun in my eyes the bike did crash
And my whole life was passing by in a flash
...
See the Old Man Thomas
As he burns his brain
With a glimmering glass
And a ratteling chain
...
all he wanted was some peace in bed
and to come together in his hairy head
a working class hero with a world to save
then a madmans gun laid him in his grave
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One Last Song
One last song for the wicked
One last song and a cigarette
I see you standing in the back
forming a silhouette
One last song for the really weird
One last song and a big cigar
I see you dancing by yourself
Wondering who you are
One last song for the wild at heart
One last song for you my dear
I see you crying in the dark
clinging to a beer
wish you would dance like gods
like the devil's at your heels
show your partner
all the moves and tell
the devil how it feels