Well this is our finest hour It's the death rattle of flower power Come on baby, take a chance with us Take a little ride on the Black Bus
The Black Bus is gonna take us flying On a one-way trip down the Devil's highway Six hundred sixty-six miles Damnation's back in style
We left our hearts in San Francisco When the psychedelic sounds gave way to disco We traded flowers for knives We got the Fear and it changed our lives We hit the road back in '68 When the Summer of Love became the Summer of Hate They all tried to warn us About the place called Hotel California A black church with a Black Pope Preaching the gospel of Satan's hope Come on baby, take a chance with us Take a little ride on the Black Bus
The Black Bus is gonna take us flying On a one-way trip down the Devil's highway Six hundred sixty-six miles Damnation's back in style
Death Valley, '69 On a death-trip ride Our egos died It all comes down to this Cease to existTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
