Afroceltic amazon rocker, living it large!
Queen Tantrum rocks!!!
Lyrics
Black night, bright stars, but you're still afraid
Toss and turn, you can't sleep in the bed you made
Something wet, something sticky in your hair
Is it blood? Is it guilt of your dirty little deeds?
Fake-baked, not a doctor, nor a priest
I don't care that you're pickin' on me
You've got a fault, baby; you're a bad seed
Feel sorry for yourself, if that's what you need, yeah!
It's not a trick of the light – we're all the same in the dark
Leave it all up to you; you don't know what you want
Just get over it – start being a man
You know you're responsible for all that happened
Princess, manifest into a Queen
Slight of hand, you can't see what you've done to me
It doesn't matter, 'cos I've won it in the end
Got God, what you got? Did you lose your only friend?
Don't take what another man could be
Hoping that your twisted mind's free
Close your eyes, when I'm holding out the key
Feel sorry for yourself if that's what you need, yeah!
It's not a trick of the light – we're all the same in the dark
Leave it all up to you; you don't know what you want
Just get over it – start being a man
You know you're responsible for all that happened
M8
Black night, bright stars, but you're still afraid
Toss and turn, you can't sleep in the bed you made
Something wet, something sticky in your hair
Is it blood? Is it guilt of your dirty little deeds?
Fake-baked, not a doctor, nor a priest
I don't care that you're pickin' on me
You've got a fault, baby; you're a bad seed
Feel sorry for yourself, if that's what you need, yeah!
It's not a trick of the light – we're all the same in the dark
Leave it all up to you; you don't know what you want
Just get over it – start being a man
You know you're responsible for all that happened
