Tekster:
Blue Oyster Cult

My heart is black and my lips are cold Cities on flame with rock and roll Three thousand guitars they seem to cry My ears will melt and then my eyes

an eye to my hurricane People fly around me like dead leaves in high wind They stream down the choking streets and never quite reach the end Sometimes I wear a blue

Drivin? alone into the darkness I heard you call my name And the roar o? the engine Was calling me to blame Tears in my mirror Crying for the people

Dance on fire with me babe The flames ain't gonna stop Come on and show me That you're ready to trot So if you really wanna do it You better do it hot

I used to lie in my bed Sleep wouldn't come Thinkin' 'bout things that they said They led me on All of the fancy ladies Oh they could talk and talk

Ooo Cagey, what you got? What you got there, dummy? What you got there, man? Ooo Cagey, what you got? What you got there, honey? What is it, a worm?

You said you'd be here at a quarter to five I didn't know if you were dead or alive How long you think that I can sharpen my knife I've got better things

with you? Oh, woman with you I ain't gonna catch those countdown blues I ain't gonna catch those countdown blues I ain't gonna catch those countdown blues

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