Burning Road - Black Bomb A, Wattie Buchan

Struggle in the hall

Riot in the streets

I can hear the sound of the cops!

Now the crowd is screaming

It’s a bloody burning flag

A smell of civil war!

My road is like a match

My sound is a fire

I think my head is going to explode!

My mouth is like a smocking gun

And I’m a serial killer

I’m near your hometown tonight!

Power in the air and in the sound

(On the road)

I know you can feel it

Together on stage we feel at home

(On the road)

Everywhere we’re at home

We’re addicted to this way of life and not going to bring it down

(On the road)

Never!

Never!

Never!

And this power we share it with you all!

(On the road)

One day in a place

The next in an another one

I feel like a bloody mirage!

I’m a survivor

You look at my scars

But I’m still here so fuck you!

My road is like a match

My sound is a fire

I think my head is going to explode!

My mouth is like a smocking gun

And I’m a serial killer

I’m near your hometown tonight!

Power in the air and in the sound

(On the road)

I know you can feel it

Together on stage we feel at home

(On the road)

Everywhere we’re at home

We’re addicted to this way of life and not going to bring it down

(On the road)

Never!

Never!

Never!

And this power we share it with you all!

(On the road)

We have built it by ourselves!

With our own laws!

We have built it by ourselves!

You can’t bring it down!

Hey!

That is the only way it has to be!

And!

We!

Don’t want to see the end on the road!

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Power in the air and in the sound

(On the road)

I know you can feel it

Together on stage we feel at home

(On the road)

Everywhere we’re at home

We’re addicted to this way of life and not going to bring it down

(On the road)

Never!

Never!

Never!

And this power we share it with you all!

(On the road)