The wind was a torrent of darkness
among the ghastly trees
the moon was a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
The road was a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
when the highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
the highwayman came riding
up to the old inn door.
He'd a french cocked hat at his forehead
a bunch of lace at his chin
a coat of claret velvet
and breeches of brown doe-skin
They fitted with nary a wrinkle
his boots were up to the thigh
and he rode with a jeweled twinkle
his pistol butts a-twinkle
his rapier hilt a-twinkle
under the jeweled sky.
And over cobbles he clattered
and clashed in the dark inn-yard
and he tapped with his whip on the shutters
but all was locked and barred
He whistled a tune to the window
and who should be waiting there
but the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Bess, the landlord's daughter
plaiting a dark red love knot
into her long black hair.
"One kiss my bonny sweetheart,
I'm after a prize tonight
But I should be back with the yellow gold
before the morning light
Yet if they press me sharply
and harry me through the day
Then look for me by the moonlight,
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way."
He rose up right in the stirrups
he scarce could reach her hand
But she loosened her hair in the casement
his face burned like a brand
As a black cascade of purfume
came tumbling over his breast
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
oh, sweet waves in the moonlight
He tugged at his rein in the moonlight
and galloped away to the west.
He did not come at the dawning
he did not come at noon
and out of the tawny sunset
before the rise of the moon
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon
looping the purple moor
a redcoat troop came marching
marching, marching,
King George's men came marching
up to the old inn door.
They said no word to the landlord
they drank his ale instead
but they gagged his daughter and bound her
to the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt at the casement
with muskets at their side
There was death at every window
Hell at one dark window
for Bess could see through the casement
the road that he would ride.
They had tied her up to attention
with many a sniggering jest
They had bound a musket beside her
with the barrel beneath her breast
"Now keep good watch" and they kissed her
she heard the dead man say
"Look for me by the moonlight
watch for me by the moonlight
I'll come to thee by the moonlight
though hell should bar the way."
She twisted her hands behind her
but all the knots held good!
but she writhed her hands 'til her fingers
were wet with sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness
and the hours crawled by like years
till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
the tip of her finger touched it
the trigger at least was hers.
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot had they heard it?
The horse's hooves rang clear
Tot-a-lot, tot-a-lot in the distance
were they deaf they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight
over the brow of the hill
The highwayman came riding,
riding, riding,
The redcoats looked to their priming
she stood up straight and still.
Tot-a-lot in the frosty silence
Tot-a-lot in the echoing night
nearer he came and nearer
her face was like a light
Her eyes grew wide for a moment
she drew a last deep breath
Then her finger moved in the moonlight
her musket shattered the moonlight
shattered her breast in the moonlight
and warned him with her death.
He turned, he spurred to the west
he did not know she stood
bowed with her head o'er musket
drenched with her own red blood
Not till the dawn he heard it
his face grew grey to hear
how Bess the landlord's daughter
the landlord's black-eyed daughter
Had watched for her love in the moonlight,
and died in the darkness there.
And back he spurred like a madman
shrieking a curse to the sky!
With the white road smoking behind him
and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were the spurs in the golden noon
wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway
down like a dog on the highway
And he lay in his blood in the highway
with a bunch of lace at his throat.
Still on a winter's night they say
when the wind is in the trees
When the moon is a ghostly galleon
tossed upon the cloudy seas
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight
over the purple moor
a highwayman comes riding,
riding, riding,
a highwayman comes riding
up to the old inn door.
~Lyrics are an adaptation of the old english poem 'The Highwayman'
She wouldn't spit on me if I was on fire
She said she loves me but I know she's a liar
The sex is good but God she's got no desire
That's alright, she's taking me home tonight!
She's kinda cool but yet she's hot on the outside
Last night got messy and,
I'm still kinda tongue-tied
I hate to say it but she bring out my sick side
That's alright, she's taking me home tonight!
She's got a whole lot of love (anyway you want it)
But it's never enough (finish what you started)
Take me to heaven above (there before you know it)
Well I'll be a fool and fight it,
She's gonna use me but I like it, yeah yeah
I'll bet she's wondering if I'm worth her while,
She's judge and jury,
And she's got me on trial
But I ain't sweatin' cause
I'm first on the speed dial
Yeah that's right, she's taking me home tonight!
She always leaves and makes me feel kinda sleazy
It's kinda cool because she already pleased me
I know what it is, just thinking this is too easy
Yeah that's right, she's taking me home tonight!
She's got a whole lot of love (anyway you want it)
But it's never enough (finish what you started)
Take me to heaven above (there before you know it)
But I'll be a fool and fight it,
She's got a whole lot of love (anyway you need it)
But a fool out of luck (now she said she's leaving)
Leavin me in the dust (that's OK we're leaving)
But I won't be a fool and fight it
She's gonna use me and I like it (like it)
She's gonna use me and I like it!
Yeah Yeah
She's got a whole lot of love (anyway you want it)
But it's never enough (finish what you've started)
Take me to heaven above (and leave me broken hearted)
We'll I'll be a fool and fight it
She's got a whole lot of love (anyway you need it)
But a fool outta love (now she said she's leaving)
Leavin me in the dust (that's OK we're leaving)
But I won't be a fool and fight it
And darlin' I just cannot deny it
Because she'll use me and I like it
Lead to the river
Midsummer I wave
A "V" of black swans
On with hope to the grave
And through Red September
With skies fire-paved
I begged you appear
Like a thorn for the holy ones
Cold was my soul
Untold was the pain
I faced, when you left me
A rose in the rain...
So I swore to thy razor
That never, enchained
Would your dark nails of faith
Be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb
I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart that barless prison
Discolours all with tunnel vision
Sunsetter...
Nymphetamine
Sick and weak from my condition
This lust, this vampiric addiction
To her alone in full submission
None better...
Nymphetamine
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
Nymphetamine girl
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine
My nymphetamine girl
Wracked with your charm
I'm circled like prey
Back
I love the way you look at me
I feel the pain you place outside
you lock me up inside your dirty cage
well I'm alone inside my mind
I'd like to teach you all the rules
I get to see them set in stone
I like it when you chain me to the bed
well then your poo never show
I need to feel you
you need to feel me
I can't control you
you're not the one 4 me 2moro
I can't control you
you can't control me
I need to feel you
so why's it odd now
I love the way you break my skin
I feel the hate you place inside
I need to get your voice out of my head
'cause I'm the guy you'll never find
I think you know all of the rules
theres no expresions on your face
I hope that someday you will let me go
release me from my dirty cage
I need to feel you
you need to feel me
I can't control you
you're not the one for me no
I can't control you
you can't control me
I need to feel you
so why's it even
you and me
I love the way you look at me
I love the way you smack my head
I love the dirty things you do
I have control of you
(repeat 4X)
I need to feel you
you need to feel me
I can't control you
you're not the one for me no
I can't control you
you can't control me
I need to feel you
so why's it even
you and me
You're not the one for me no
You're not the one for me no
You're not the one for me no
You're not the one for me noa
I want it, I need it,
I taste it, I breathe it,
It fuels my aggression,
and fuels all my questions,
I cannot conceal it,
It hits me, I feel it,
It kills me, I bleed it,
Now I believe it.
~Chorus~
I, I want it,
I, I need it,
I, I breathe it,
You are the new drug,
I, I want you,
I, I need you,
I, believe you,
You are the new drug.
I want it, I need it,
I taste it, I breathe it,
It fuels my aggression,
and fuels all my questions,
I cannot conceal it,
It drives me, I feel it,
It fills me, I need it,
I believe it.
~Chorus~
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Don't hold your breath
Breathe!
~Chorus~
I, I want it,
I, I need it,
I, I breathe it,
You are the new drug,
I want it, I need it,
I breath it,
I want it, I need it,
I bleed it,
You are the new drug.
It's not like I'm walking alone into the valley of the shadow of death
Stand beside one another, 'cause it ain't over yet
I'd be willing to bet that if we don't back down
You and I will be the ones that are holding the Crown in the end
When it's over, we can say, "Well done"
But not yet, 'cause it's only begun
So, pick up, and follow me, we're the only ones
To fight this thing, until we've won
We drive on and don't look back
It doesn't mean we can't learn from our past
All the things that we mighta done wrong
We could've been doing this all along
Everybody, with your fists raised high
Let me hear your battle cry tonight
Stand beside, or step aside
We're on the frontline
And we'll be carrying on, until the day it doesn't matter anymore
Step aside, you forgot what this is for
We fight to live, we live to fight
And tonight, you'll hear my battle cry
We live our lives on the frontlines
We're not afraid of the fast times
These days have opened up my eyes
And now, I see where the threat lies
Turn it up some
Alright boys, this is her favorite song
You know that right
So, if we play it good and loud
She might get up and dance again
Ooh, she put her beer down
Here she comes
Here she comes
Left left left right left
Whoo
Husslers shootin' eightball
Throwin' darts at the wall
Feelin' damn near 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to stare
At that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)
Now Honey, you can't blame her
For what her mama gave her
You ain't right to hate her
For workin' that money-maker
Band shuts down at two
But we're hangin' out till three
We hate to see her go
But love to watch her leave
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' bout right there, honey)
We don't care bout the drinkin'
Barely listen to the band
Our hands, they start a shakin'
When she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy
You think you fell in love
Boys, you better keep your distance
You can look but you can't touch
That honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm
Make ya wanna swing along
Got it goin' on
Like Donkey Kong
And whoo-wee
Shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There oughta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky tonk badonkadonk
(That's it, right there boys, that's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory, it ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk)
