| Song | Nickel Chrome |
| Artist | Herman Dune |
| Album | Giant |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Amongst the goods | |
| and high explosives | |
| men women and children make their way | |
| accross the woods | |
| where the troll lives | |
| who never sees the light of day | |
| i'm making my home | |
| my little passion pit | |
| in the middle of other people's brains | |
| nickel, chrome | |
| and iron and hit | |
| by heat and light and heavy rain | |
| there's nothing like the sun | |
| there'snothing like the sun | |
| trough the window coming in | |
| there's nothing like the sun | |
| there's nothing like the sun | |
| and the sunlight on your skin | |
| we drove | |
| past the jailhouse | |
| past the judgement past the crime | |
| along the cove | |
| along the giant's eyebrows | |
| i wasn't in service at that time | |
| i ran on the high wire | |
| stayed focused on the pain | |
| from the frying pan | |
| and into the fire | |
| then into rehab and back again | |
| refrain | |
| i'll quit | |
| and make a way | |
| i´ll do that on a rainy day | |
| i´ll quit | |
| i´ll make way | |
| but only on a rainy day |
| Amongst the goods | |
| and high explosives | |
| men women and children make their way | |
| accross the woods | |
| where the troll lives | |
| who never sees the light of day | |
| i' m making my home | |
| my little passion pit | |
| in the middle of other people' s brains | |
| nickel, chrome | |
| and iron and hit | |
| by heat and light and heavy rain | |
| there' s nothing like the sun | |
| there' snothing like the sun | |
| trough the window coming in | |
| there' s nothing like the sun | |
| there' s nothing like the sun | |
| and the sunlight on your skin | |
| we drove | |
| past the jailhouse | |
| past the judgement past the crime | |
| along the cove | |
| along the giant' s eyebrows | |
| i wasn' t in service at that time | |
| i ran on the high wire | |
| stayed focused on the pain | |
| from the frying pan | |
| and into the fire | |
| then into rehab and back again | |
| refrain | |
| i' ll quit | |
| and make a way | |
| i ll do that on a rainy day | |
| i ll quit | |
| i ll make way | |
| but only on a rainy day |
| Amongst the goods | |
| and high explosives | |
| men women and children make their way | |
| accross the woods | |
| where the troll lives | |
| who never sees the light of day | |
| i' m making my home | |
| my little passion pit | |
| in the middle of other people' s brains | |
| nickel, chrome | |
| and iron and hit | |
| by heat and light and heavy rain | |
| there' s nothing like the sun | |
| there' snothing like the sun | |
| trough the window coming in | |
| there' s nothing like the sun | |
| there' s nothing like the sun | |
| and the sunlight on your skin | |
| we drove | |
| past the jailhouse | |
| past the judgement past the crime | |
| along the cove | |
| along the giant' s eyebrows | |
| i wasn' t in service at that time | |
| i ran on the high wire | |
| stayed focused on the pain | |
| from the frying pan | |
| and into the fire | |
| then into rehab and back again | |
| refrain | |
| i' ll quit | |
| and make a way | |
| i ll do that on a rainy day | |
| i ll quit | |
| i ll make way | |
| but only on a rainy day |