Smoke on the Water / Black Night

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

Black night is not right I don't feel so bright I don't care to sit tight Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me Black night is a long way from home I don't need a dark tree I don't want a rough sea I can't feel, I can't see Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me Black night is a long way from home Black night, black night I don't need black night I can't see dark light Maybe I'll find on the way down the line That I'm free, free to be me Black night is a long way from home

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Mar 26, 2026