Come ride with me,
Through the veins of history,
I'll show you a god,
Falls asleep on the job.
 And how can we win,
When fools can be kings,
Don't waste your time,
Or time will waste you,

 No one's gonna take me alive,
Time has come to make things right,
You and I must fight for our rights,
You and I must fight to survive,

No one's gonna take me alive,
Time has come to make things right,
You and I must fight for our rights,
You and I must fight to survive

No one's going to take me alive,
Time has come to make things right,
You and I must fight for our rights,
You and I must fight to survive.

 Eugenie Poirot danza el Dies Irae, en versión de la electroviolinista Ritsu Katsumata

Edna Million in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink pink on a downtown train
Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman's chest
And I've been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mother vest
I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.

Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire; your children are alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on fire; your children are alone
Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devil's tail
Across the stripes of full moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast

Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Singerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside.

 Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means

temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, temptation, temptation,
I can't resist

I know that she is made of smoke
but I've lost my way
she knows that I am broke
so that I must play

temptation, temptation, temptation
oh, woah, temptation, temptation,
I can resist

Dutch pink and Italian blue
she is there waiting for you
my will his disappeared now
my confusion's oh so clear
temptation, temptation, temptation
woah, woah, temptation, temptation
I can't resist

 I'm not scared of myself
Because I'm not there
But it's not fair
I can see you when you're naked
I smile because
I know you feel me inside
Touch this, can you feel it
Just a nearness

I'm a ghost girl
And I'm haunting in my own world

It's fun, not to answer to no one


canta Kim Wayman

& ride with us young bonny lass
with the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter flesh rein bite 

on an out-size  unicorn.
Rough-shod winging sky blue flight 

on a cold wind to Valhalla.
& join with us please 

Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.
Break fast with the gods. Night angels serve

with ice-bound majesty.
Frozen flaking fish raw nerve
in a cup of silver liquid fire.
Moon jet brave beam split ceiling swerve 

& light the old Valhalla.
Come join with us  please

Valkyrie maidens cry
above the cold wind to Valhalla.

The heroes rest upon the sighs 

of Thor's trusty hand maidens.
Midnight lonely whisper cries,
``We're getting a bit short on heroes lately.''
Sword snap fright white pale goodbyes 

in the desolation of Valhalla.
& join with us please 

Valkyrie maidens ride
empty-handed on the cold wind to Valhalla...

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

William Blake