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(Bergmann) album: Vultura Freeway + Poisoned EP It's not summer But it's hot today This ain't no holiday Vultura Freeway Who could ever understand What it costs to be in the band A common knowledge of our fate Like an agreement between church and state Friendship lies in unholy ties No cheap entertainment on this trip No sideshows out on the strip Just the wind and gas and whatever drug That through our bodies rip I ain't in no business grip Chorus A common bond and what we need And when it runs out you'll find a friend indeed When he died it was with a scream On a roadway strewn with dreams Blood isn't always what it seems Ninety miles an hour in a blue tin box We were still laughing when we hit the rocks And just within reach of that golden beach As the waves crashed over us Discontented dispossessed and desperate Chorus Meanwhile All along the new gold coast They raise their glasses in a back-stabbing toast On their knees to suck on the host A warm death awaits you A warm death awaits you Take my hand and we'll go to hell Ugly into beautiful It's not summer, but it's hot today This ain't no holiday The law disappears today Vultura Freeway |