Songtexte:
Steppenwolf Slow Flux

If my name, Lord, comes around no more I will surely miss it for a while or so Should my friends desert me I would try to make it on my own And if the

paper But lately you've dropped out of sight And we feel it's gone quite far enough Don't you think that it's time now to light? Justice, don't be slow

You might call me brutal 'Cause I've got a few sadistic notions Oh, but I ain't lying I'd kill my own for some commotion I've got the gang war blues

Words and music by George Biondo In the morning sun's golden warmth Pours its arms around we two Past my doorway were those heartbeats Or a drummer

put-down blues from wonderin' Who his old lady was callin' I said, "Keep your life and drown your sorrow And survive the fire that burns you If you just slow