Tekster:
Blue Oyster Cult Agents Of Fortune

found the saucer news Dead leaves always give up motion I no longer feel the motion Where prophecy fails, the fallin' motion Don't report this, agents of fortune

You're over my shoulder, I think I'm possessed Your constant undertone, is making me toothless Times come to trim you out of my life Gonna cut you out

I went down last night with a tattoo madam To a nude dagger fantasy domain Wrapped in hell, I lost my breath Chest to stimulating chinese breast Grisly

Feeling easy on the outside Not so funny on the inside Feel the sound, pray for rain For this is the night we ride This ain't the garden of Eden There

True, true confessions I lied True, true confessions I lied Spent all night with Candy's eyes Dragged myself 'cross the warm blind side Spent all night

All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are Come on

found the saucer news Dead leaves always give up motion I no longer feel the motion Where prophecy fails, the falling motion "Don't report this, agents of fortune

You're over my shoulder, I think I'm possessed Your constant undertone, is making me toothless Times come to trim you out of my life Gonna cut you out

I come to you in a blue blue room By some abuse and some heart You raise the blinds say, "Let's have light on life, Let's watch it fall apart. Let's