Tekst:
Weren’t you the pilot who fell from the skies was it a big mistake or just
Plain homicide how does it feel on the other side do you hang out with the
Saints or the spies
Are you still hellraising are you still hellraising hellraising
Is this the kind of thing we always fear are you so bent on hell you’d leave
Me up here God bless the miles we travelled too fast God help the suckers
Dead in your path
Are you still hellraising are you still hellraising hellraising
You will pay for your mistakes you will pay for your mistakes you will pay
For your mistakes you will pay
This love was born on crutches, crippled and bored ripped out asleep and
Strangled by a phone cord weren’t you the pilot who swerved off the course
Was it disaster or just plain force?
Plain homicide how does it feel on the other side do you hang out with the
Saints or the spies
Are you still hellraising are you still hellraising hellraising
Is this the kind of thing we always fear are you so bent on hell you’d leave
Me up here God bless the miles we travelled too fast God help the suckers
Dead in your path
Are you still hellraising are you still hellraising hellraising
You will pay for your mistakes you will pay for your mistakes you will pay
For your mistakes you will pay
This love was born on crutches, crippled and bored ripped out asleep and
Strangled by a phone cord weren’t you the pilot who swerved off the course
Was it disaster or just plain force?
