Song | Bat Out Of Hell - Album Version |
Artist | Meat Loaf |
Album | Music Of The Millennium 3 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Jim Steinman Arranger:Jim Steinman/Todd Rundgren | |
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling, | |
way down in the valley tonight. | |
There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye, | |
and a blade shining oh so bright. | |
There's evil in the air and there's thunder in sky, | |
and A killer's on the bloodshot streets. | |
Oh and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising, | |
Oh I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter, | |
He was starting to foam in the heat. | |
Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world, | |
that's pure and good and right. | |
And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
there's always gonna be some light. | |
But I gotta get out, | |
I gotta break it out now, | |
Before the final crack of dawn. | |
So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
When it's over you know, | |
We'll both be so alone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
When the night is over | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I'll be gone gone gone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, | |
and the moonlights shining through, | |
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
I'll come crawling on back to you. | |
I'm gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, | |
on a silver black phantom bike. | |
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, | |
and we're all about to see the light. | |
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole. | |
Everything is stunted and lost. | |
And nothing really rocks | |
And nothing really rolls | |
And nothing's ever worth the cost. | |
And I know that I'm damned if I never get out, | |
And maybe I'm damned if I do, | |
But with every other beat I've got left in my heart, | |
You know I'd rather be damned with you. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanns be damned, | |
dancing through the night with you. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned. | |
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned, | |
Dancing through the night | |
Dancing through the night | |
Dancing through the night with you. | |
Oh baby you're the only thing in this whole world, | |
that's pure and good and right. | |
And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
there's always gonna be some light. | |
But I gotta get out, | |
I gotta break it out now, | |
Before the final crack of dawn. | |
So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
When it's over you know, | |
We'll both be so alone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
When the night is over | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I'll be gone gone gone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I'll be gone when the morning comes. | |
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, | |
and the moonlights shining through, | |
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
I'll come crawling on back to you. | |
I can see myself tearing up the road, | |
Faster than any other boy has ever gone. | |
And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe. | |
No-one's gonna stop me now, | |
I gotta make my escape. | |
But I can't stop thinking of you, | |
and I never see the sudden curve until it's way too late. | |
I never see the sudden curve 'till it's way too late. | |
Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
And the last thing I see is my heart, | |
Still beating, | |
Breaking out of my body, | |
And flying away, | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Then I'm dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
And the last thing I see is my heart. | |
Still beating, still beating, | |
Breaking out of my body and flying away, | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Oh like a bat out of hell! | |
Oh like a bat out of hell! | |
Like a bat out of hell! |
Written: Jim Steinman Arranger: Jim Steinman Todd Rundgren | |
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling, | |
way down in the valley tonight. | |
There' s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye, | |
and a blade shining oh so bright. | |
There' s evil in the air and there' s thunder in sky, | |
and A killer' s on the bloodshot streets. | |
Oh and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising, | |
Oh I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter, | |
He was starting to foam in the heat. | |
Oh baby you' re the only thing in this whole world, | |
that' s pure and good and right. | |
And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
there' s always gonna be some light. | |
But I gotta get out, | |
I gotta break it out now, | |
Before the final crack of dawn. | |
So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
When it' s over you know, | |
We' ll both be so alone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
When the night is over | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone gone gone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, | |
and the moonlights shining through, | |
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
I' ll come crawling on back to you. | |
I' m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, | |
on a silver black phantom bike. | |
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, | |
and we' re all about to see the light. | |
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole. | |
Everything is stunted and lost. | |
And nothing really rocks | |
And nothing really rolls | |
And nothing' s ever worth the cost. | |
And I know that I' m damned if I never get out, | |
And maybe I' m damned if I do, | |
But with every other beat I' ve got left in my heart, | |
You know I' d rather be damned with you. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanns be damned, | |
dancing through the night with you. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned. | |
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned, | |
Dancing through the night | |
Dancing through the night | |
Dancing through the night with you. | |
Oh baby you' re the only thing in this whole world, | |
that' s pure and good and right. | |
And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
there' s always gonna be some light. | |
But I gotta get out, | |
I gotta break it out now, | |
Before the final crack of dawn. | |
So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
When it' s over you know, | |
We' ll both be so alone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
When the night is over | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone gone gone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, | |
and the moonlights shining through, | |
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
I' ll come crawling on back to you. | |
I can see myself tearing up the road, | |
Faster than any other boy has ever gone. | |
And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe. | |
Noone' s gonna stop me now, | |
I gotta make my escape. | |
But I can' t stop thinking of you, | |
and I never see the sudden curve until it' s way too late. | |
I never see the sudden curve ' till it' s way too late. | |
Then I' m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
And the last thing I see is my heart, | |
Still beating, | |
Breaking out of my body, | |
And flying away, | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Then I' m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
And the last thing I see is my heart. | |
Still beating, still beating, | |
Breaking out of my body and flying away, | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Oh like a bat out of hell! | |
Oh like a bat out of hell! | |
Like a bat out of hell! |
Written: Jim Steinman Arranger: Jim Steinman Todd Rundgren | |
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling, | |
way down in the valley tonight. | |
There' s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye, | |
and a blade shining oh so bright. | |
There' s evil in the air and there' s thunder in sky, | |
and A killer' s on the bloodshot streets. | |
Oh and down in the tunnel where the deadly are rising, | |
Oh I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter, | |
He was starting to foam in the heat. | |
Oh baby you' re the only thing in this whole world, | |
that' s pure and good and right. | |
And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
there' s always gonna be some light. | |
But I gotta get out, | |
I gotta break it out now, | |
Before the final crack of dawn. | |
So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
When it' s over you know, | |
We' ll both be so alone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
When the night is over | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone gone gone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, | |
and the moonlights shining through, | |
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
I' ll come crawling on back to you. | |
I' m gonna hit the highway like a battering ram, | |
on a silver black phantom bike. | |
When the metal is hot and the engine is hungry, | |
and we' re all about to see the light. | |
Nothing ever grows in this rotting old hole. | |
Everything is stunted and lost. | |
And nothing really rocks | |
And nothing really rolls | |
And nothing' s ever worth the cost. | |
And I know that I' m damned if I never get out, | |
And maybe I' m damned if I do, | |
But with every other beat I' ve got left in my heart, | |
You know I' d rather be damned with you. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanns be damned, | |
dancing through the night with you. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned. | |
Gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned. | |
If I gotta be damned you know I wanna be damned, | |
Dancing through the night | |
Dancing through the night | |
Dancing through the night with you. | |
Oh baby you' re the only thing in this whole world, | |
that' s pure and good and right. | |
And wherever you are and wherever you go, | |
there' s always gonna be some light. | |
But I gotta get out, | |
I gotta break it out now, | |
Before the final crack of dawn. | |
So we gotta make the most of our one night together. | |
When it' s over you know, | |
We' ll both be so alone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
When the night is over | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone gone gone. | |
Like a bat out of hell | |
I' ll be gone when the morning comes. | |
But when the day is done and the sun goes down, | |
and the moonlights shining through, | |
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven, | |
I' ll come crawling on back to you. | |
I can see myself tearing up the road, | |
Faster than any other boy has ever gone. | |
And my skin is raw but my soul is ripe. | |
Noone' s gonna stop me now, | |
I gotta make my escape. | |
But I can' t stop thinking of you, | |
and I never see the sudden curve until it' s way too late. | |
I never see the sudden curve ' till it' s way too late. | |
Then I' m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
And the last thing I see is my heart, | |
Still beating, | |
Breaking out of my body, | |
And flying away, | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Then I' m dying at the bottom of a pit in the blazing sun. | |
Torn and twisted at the foot of a burning bike. | |
And I think somebody somewhere must be tolling a bell. | |
And the last thing I see is my heart. | |
Still beating, still beating, | |
Breaking out of my body and flying away, | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Like a bat out of hell. | |
Oh like a bat out of hell! | |
Oh like a bat out of hell! | |
Like a bat out of hell! |