Song | Another Day To Die |
Artist | Overkill |
Album | White Devil Armory |
I sailed my way around the cloudy storm of God | |
With my addiction to the sky | |
And I found comfort when I´m talkin´ to myself | |
I want another day to die | |
I heard the lonesome whistle | |
I heard the night bird sing | |
The coldest breath from darkest friend | |
And I know what he brings | |
Here come mister rattle shakin´ bones | |
He´s a stone cold killer here to take me home | |
No one know where the cold wind blow | |
>From the mouth of mister rattle shakin´ bones | |
I´m out of luck I´m out of time | |
Stretched out and ******* I´m out of time | |
Here come mister rattle shakin´ bones | |
Stone cold killer gonna send me home | |
Here come mister rattle shakin´ bones | |
Some might take their chances | |
For the reaper to pass by | |
I don´t know that dance I want another day to die | |
I loaded up the twelve gauge I was barricaded in | |
He walked right through the ******* wall | |
Said let the games begin | |
I am mister rattle shakin´ bones | |
I´m a stone cold killer here to take you home | |
No voodoo child no loaded gun | |
Gonna stop mister shakin´ bones from his fun | |
I´m out of luck I´m out of time | |
Stretched out and ******* I´m out of time | |
Here come mister rattle shakin´ bones | |
Stone cold killer gonna send me home | |
Here come mister rattle shakin´ shake shake shake | |
Some might take their chances | |
For the reaper to pass by | |
I don´t know that dance I want another day to die | |
Some may look to reason when they catch his eye | |
In the killing season I want another day to die | |
I beg your pardon mister bones | |
And ask the question why | |
There´s still some things I need to do | |
I want another day to die die die die | |
There´s a *******tload I´ve got left to do | |
I want another day to die die die die | |
So when you do your daily count | |
And count your bodies high | |
I beg your pardon mister dead | |
Count on me another day to die | |
Don´t stop me now oh I´m much too high | |
Hey hey hey another day to die another day to die | |
Hey hey hey another day to die another day to die | |
Hey hey hey another day to die | |
I sailed my way around the cloudy storm of God | |
With my addiction to the sky | |
And I found comfort when I´m talking to myself | |
I want another day to die |
I sailed my way around the cloudy storm of God | |
With my addiction to the sky | |
And I found comfort when I m talkin to myself | |
I want another day to die | |
I heard the lonesome whistle | |
I heard the night bird sing | |
The coldest breath from darkest friend | |
And I know what he brings | |
Here come mister rattle shakin bones | |
He s a stone cold killer here to take me home | |
No one know where the cold wind blow | |
From the mouth of mister rattle shakin bones | |
I m out of luck I m out of time | |
Stretched out and I m out of time | |
Here come mister rattle shakin bones | |
Stone cold killer gonna send me home | |
Here come mister rattle shakin bones | |
Some might take their chances | |
For the reaper to pass by | |
I don t know that dance I want another day to die | |
I loaded up the twelve gauge I was barricaded in | |
He walked right through the wall | |
Said let the games begin | |
I am mister rattle shakin bones | |
I m a stone cold killer here to take you home | |
No voodoo child no loaded gun | |
Gonna stop mister shakin bones from his fun | |
I m out of luck I m out of time | |
Stretched out and I m out of time | |
Here come mister rattle shakin bones | |
Stone cold killer gonna send me home | |
Here come mister rattle shakin shake shake shake | |
Some might take their chances | |
For the reaper to pass by | |
I don t know that dance I want another day to die | |
Some may look to reason when they catch his eye | |
In the killing season I want another day to die | |
I beg your pardon mister bones | |
And ask the question why | |
There s still some things I need to do | |
I want another day to die die die die | |
There s a tload I ve got left to do | |
I want another day to die die die die | |
So when you do your daily count | |
And count your bodies high | |
I beg your pardon mister dead | |
Count on me another day to die | |
Don t stop me now oh I m much too high | |
Hey hey hey another day to die another day to die | |
Hey hey hey another day to die another day to die | |
Hey hey hey another day to die | |
I sailed my way around the cloudy storm of God | |
With my addiction to the sky | |
And I found comfort when I m talking to myself | |
I want another day to die |