quarta-feira, janeiro 09, 2008

Riders on the Storm

Riders on the storm

Riders on the storm

Into this house we´re born

Into this world we´re thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor all alone

Riders on the storm


There´s a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin´ like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If ya give this man a ride

Sweet memory will die

Killer on the road, yeah


Girl ya gotta love your man

Girl ya gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah