Savatage - Out On The Streets Lyrics
He's chasing you down the alleys of deathWhere many have died, and where you will breathe your final breathYour pulse starts to quicken, blood runs to your headYou start to feel sick by the thought of becomin deadScream murder, he's coming for youBlade in his hand, he knows what to do, yeahScream murder, what can you do?No one to help, it's just him and youHe brings harm to your senses of fearA feeling that will not disappear, as the bells of midnight tollWhere can you run to? Where can you hide?This feeling has built up insideHe's gonna take it all away!!!!!!How his alley resembles the morgueCan you hear the pounding of the doors?That is his house, he's gonna get you todayScream murder! The last words you sayScream murder, he's coming for youBlade in his hand, he knows what to do, yeah.Scream murder, what can you do?No one to help, it's just him and youHe's gonna get you! Alright!!No!!!!!!! No!!!!!! Get away!!!!!!!!!No!!!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No!!!!!!!!!
