Tattooed Millionaire

Holy was the preacher Riding on his rig of steel in the rising sun This was no grim reaper But a man with a smile who took a pride in a job well done Ohh, in a blood red sunrise He's preaching conversion as you lay down and die Die, die, die Just a god given holy roller In a god-forsaken land He didn't choose this killing ground He didn't want this scrap of land He gonna scorch the earth, yeah And make the rivers run dry Until we learn to hate like him Ohh, kill for killing, live to die Ride on you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun You gotta be a hero, for one last time To prove through your destruction Killing is a great way of life There's a wooden cross somewhere Where they'll bury you down deep You lie to your people, you lie to yourself You're in love with death babe You've got no shame Ride on you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun The preacher laughed, the preacher cried He loaded bullets as he smiled The congregation sat and wondered Would they live or would they die Just an ordinary man, with his orders and his plans In the shadows of a cross Ohh, in a blood red sunrise Take me to Jesus, with Judas my guide Ride on you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, yeah Ride on you son of a gun Ride on, ride into the setting sun Ride on you son of a gun, oh yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride on, ride on, yeah Ride on, ride into history Ride on, ride on, you bleeding heart Ride on, ride on, you play no part Ride on, you feel no pity Ride on, you feel no pain Ride into history

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

Devil's driving down the track Helens wheels they won't turn back Engine racing down a one way street Speed wheel chasing in a red line heat Into the blackness, into the night Out of the tunnel, into the light Red for danger, that's just for show Climb aboard, come as you go Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Too smart to come, she just arrived Only gave her one but she's using five Minutes of time in the usual place If I was strapped in you could sit on my place The doors were locked, the windows sealed Hitting me with the jack was the devil's deal Blue light flashing as the lipstick smudge Diving for cover in a tunnel of glove Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Something's driving me, I don't know where Something down in my cellar somewhere No one waiting for me down the line No one waiting for me this time, check it out Hard to steer when the devil's driving Hell on wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Hell on wheels and the brakes won't hold Knuckle down, stick shift, take it slow Easy come means easy go Lay off the gas, make it last Cuz under my hood she's blowin' fast Into the blackness, into the night Out of the tunnel, into the light Red for danger, just for show Climb aboard, come as you go Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer when the devil's driving Helens wheels and the brakes won't hold Hard to steer, that's it Hard to steer, oh Hard to steer, when the devil's driving, come on Hard to steer, you know it's hard to steer Hard to steer, when the devil's driving

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025

Living in the city can be a cold and lonely place to be Living in the shadows where there is no sun, there in no breeze Drinking stale water, having to pay for the privilege Talk about your freedom, I'll take you where I think it is Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, oh, gypsy road Living by my own rules, a rebel yell and a rebel creed Keep your life simple, try not to take what you don't need Think about freedom, dream a little every day Suddenly you'll find yourself there, follow me, walk this way Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, oh, gypsy road Gypsy road All right Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams Gypsy road, is the highway that I run to Gypsy road, welcome to your dreams I'll find my dreams, you find yours too

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

(Eat lead, you scum sucking...) Lickin' the gun, yeah, yeah Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Senator husband goin' for broke Gotta prove I'm not a joke We smoked the stuff in '69 Now it's different, it's a crime Kids today don't understand Kids today need a guiding hand Sticker if it rhymes with truck When the law should slide, guess I'll duck Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Watch religion come and go Watch corruption on their shows Buy your silence, money for blood Out of the ark and into the flood Crazy men with Russian guns My words never killed anyone Kissing babies, lickin' the gun Ain't political, nah, having fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Oh, yeah, yeah Lick it Yeah, lick it, yeah Yeah Lick it Eat it up, lay down and die They'll shoot you up And they don't know why They're doing a job and they enjoy it too They're protecting us from me and you We smoked the stuff in '69 Now it's different, it's a crime I don't care to wait and see If I'm cool enough to make history Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Lickin' the gun, lickin' the hand that feeds you Lickin' the gun finger lickin' fun Oh yeah, yeah, lick that gun, lick that, lick that, lick that gun, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, lick that gun, gonna lick it on, lick it on Lick that gun, yeah

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

She fixed me in the corner with that beautiful brown eye She said I'd like to meet you I was so surprised Well, what can I do for you? What can you do for me? We made for the exit, had to wait and see I hope I'm not wasting your precious time I know you're not wasting mine We came together over coffee with milk She never stopped till every drop was spilled She was a Zulu Lulu Broke my back and my heart at the same time Just a Zulu Lulu I had to move on and when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone She dropped to her knees I guess she had religion She lived with her mother, had been a good girl twice When I asked her to comment on her present position She said she'd like to take a late preacher's advice I ain't looking for sympathy But prayers for the wicked are kinda nice She said I don't like to preach to the converted I said you can be a good girl more than twice Like this She was a Zulu Lulu Broke my back and my heart at the same time It was nice Just a Zulu Lulu I had to move on and when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone... Away somewhere I ain't looking for sympathy, oh no But prayers for the wicked are always nice She looked me up and down and said Assiagod for me I began to see god. She said, wait and see babe Wait and see babe Wait and see babe Wait. Wait. I'm coming She was a Zulu Lulu Broke my back and my heart at the same time It was nice She was a Zulu Lulu I had to move on and when I came back she'd gone, gone She was a Zulu Lulu She broke my back and my heart at the same time Just a Zulu Lulu Had to move on and when I came back she'd gone, gone, gone...

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

No lies. No angels No lies. No angels No lies. No angels No lies. No angels. No heaven. No heaven. No lies No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh Waiting on a corner on a red light street Where the dealers and the junkies and the graveyards meet By the light of a street light moon If you hang around here babe you're leaving soon On the run from the country from the law Well, here's a safe place behind every front door Wanna wonder where the guidebook doesn't go Watching the windows, part of the sideshow No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh Where the money mends wallets bleed Where the fat cat sinners fill their needs Where the vicar goes for his sins Where the stick up artist gets stuck in Look around here it's no big deal For an ounce of pleasure or a five minute feel Riding sidesaddle on a rented machine Hang on loosely, part of the scene No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh No lies. No angels. No heaven. Oh oh oh oh

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025