Songtexte:
Machine Head Silver

Yes, I hold some keys of gold A cigarrette, a silver bullet Angels cry and devils lie The world is our stage Look inside and try and find The part of

: Yes, I hold some keys of gold A cigarrette, a silver bullet Angels cry and devils lie The world is our stage Look inside and try and find The part

'm staying here Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed Leave the garden tools in that rusted shed Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today

you bought me gone daisy grey-blue You're smilin' now but you'll find out They'll use you up and spit you out now Your head's spinnin' in diamonds and

a mess Every inch of earth is a fighting nest Giant pencil and lip-stick tube shaped things Continue to rain and cause screaming pain And the arctic stains From silver

the early morning, I feel love in the shock of the lightning, I fall into the blinding light, Come in, come out, come in, come out tonight. Love is a time machine, Up on the silver

(Timbaland) Hey, I was mean(mean) Before I became a feen I took over the world when they gave me a beep machine And then I made my city jump(jump

I'm staying here Leave the secret talks on the trundle bed Leave the garden tools in the rusted shed Leave those bad ideas in your troubled head today

'm the Silver Surfer flying through your door Heard you cryin' for the war Im'a try to serve you more Madchilds a dope man leave you lying on the floor Damn chicken heads