Child in Time / Smoke on the Water

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Ooh Lord I bet you have And you've not been hit by flying lead You'd better close your eyes and Oooh bow your head And wait for the ricochet

Submitted by The Void — Apr 25, 2025

We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time But Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water And fire in the sky Smoke on the water They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water And fire in the sky Smoke on the water We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty, cold and bare But with the Rolling-truck-Stones-thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights, a few old beds We made a place to sweat No matter what, we get out of this I know, I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water And fire in the sky Smoke on the water

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026