Phil Campbell and the Bastard Sons все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Footsteps on the ceiling scratching at the walls
Hear something breathing, creeping in the halls
But I ain’t superstitious but the raven follows me
Turn the key can’t unlock the door take this voodoo away from me
All I see is ghosts they’re haunting me
All I see is ghosts they’re make believe
Feel something lurking eyes like daggers in my back
The air’s turned thick I’m choking a candle flickers in the black

You make the rich richer as you steal from the poor
Political scripture triggers another war
Spread misinformation and betray public trust
Callous exploitation grotesque and unjust
You’re on the make yeah you’re always on the take
Secret love affairs corrupt billionaires
Vulgar success and the power the money the sex (yeah)
You hold the keys to the asylum

We’re the misfits and we can’t be tamed
‘Cuz we are the bastards and we are not ashamed
Breaking all the rules and taking back control
We made a deal with the devil we’ve already sold our soul (yeah)
Gonna play some rock and roll
Party hard hit the road
Rock n roll will save your soul
Rock your brain ‘til your head explodes