Knocking at Your Back Door / Wasted Sunsets

Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And none of us could reach that high She came on like a teaser I had to touch and please her Enjoy a little paradise The log was in my pocket When Lucy met the rocket She never knew the reason why I can't deny it With that smile on her face Oh, it's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming It's knocking at the door You know it's no good running It's not against the law The point of no return Now you know the score And now you're learning Ah-ha, what's knocking at your back door? Sweet Nancy was so fancy To get into her pants We had to be the aristocracy The members that she toyed with At her city club Were something in diplomacy So we put her on the hit list Of a common cunning linguist A master of many tongues Now she eases gently From her Austin to her Bentley Suddenly she feels so young I can't deny it With that smile on her face Oh, it's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming It's knocking at the door You know it's no good running No, it's not against the law The point of no return Now you know the score And now you're learning Ah-ha, what's knocking at your back door Sweet Lucy was a dancer But none of us would chance her Because she was a samurai She made electric shadows Beyond our fingertips And one of us could reach that high I can't deny it With that smile on my face, oh-oh-oh It's not the kill It's the thrill of the chase Feel it coming Knocking at your door You know it's no good running Now it's knocking at your door Ah-ha, knocking at your back door

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026

The day is gone when the angels come to stay And all the silent whispers will be blown away And lying in the corner a pair of high heel shoes Hanging on the wall gold and silver for the blues One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show Someone is waiting behind an unlocked door Grey circles overhead empties on the floor The cracks in the walls have grown too long The slow hand is dragging on afraid to meet the dawn One too many wasted sunsets One too many for the road And after dark the door is always open Hoping someone else will show

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025