It’s habit of the blues To run faster than good news To run faster like a horse at speed of light
They will always win the race Any time and any place Iron horses running wild all through the night
Glassy eyeballs colder than ice Scan the night no darkness too deep Turn to hell the last paradise Only by a glance
At the speed of light It’s a scary flight Rides the iron horse
They are loose and fancy-free Messengers of tragedy On the battlefields and every frontline
Still the first to reach the goal The best actors on their role To bring sorrow and grief all over the land
There’s no chance to avoid their attacks Much too suddenly comes up their storm Al you can do is stop in your tracks
It’s a tempest no an iron horse It’s a devil no an iron horse
It’s habit of the blues…
At a speed of light It’s a scary flight Rides an iron horse No an iron horse No an iron horseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
