We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile; oh! We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare gun Burned the place to the ground Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water They burned down the gambling house It died with an awful sound Funky Claude was running in and out, yeah Pulling kids out the ground When it all was over We had to find another place But Swiss time was running out It seemed that we would lose the race Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We ended up at the Grand Hotel It was empty cold and bare But with the Rolling truck Stones thing just outside Making our music there With a few red lights and a few old beds We make a place to sweat No matter what we get out of this I know we'll never forget Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water Smoke, smoke, running down Fire in the sky Smoke, smoke, running down Fire! Fire in the sky

I picked you up where I put you down, so lost and found Another trip on the misery-go-round Still pictures of life that was, it's more than us We stood and watched but we never made a sound In silence, dead silence We can't come back from nowhere We can't come back from this Sworn apart Have we fallen so far From our stars? Tear them all down and walk away To wind up here alone Holding out, closing in Crawling as the end begins Only now you're too far away To find your way back home (Find your way back home) When did we start believing lies? So terrified A competition to be most victimized Tied down and twisted up, a broken trust No common thread left to stitch up this divide Still waiting, life fading We won't crawl back from nowhere We won't crawl back from this Sworn apart Have we fallen so far From our stars? Tear them all down and walk away To wind up here alone Holding out, closing in Crawling as the end begins Only now you're too far away To find your way back home Casting shadows, abstract lines We lay in wake and bide our time We stood and watched and never made a sound (Lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down, lie down) Sworn apart Have we fallen so far From our stars? Tear them all down and walk away To wind up here alone Holding out, closing in Crawling as the end begins Only now you're too far away To find your way back home To find your way back home

In the wealthiest sections, a killer complexion is often a great alibi Valentino couture mixed with violence and gore Well, I guess I'm a pretty sick guy With my beauty routines and a fridge full of spleens Some might say it's extreme, but it's time to say goodbye So to hell with good intentions So to hell is where I'll go But the Devil makes exceptions For All-American psychos Patrick, where are you going? I'm just leaving But why? I have to return some videotapes You'll find no escape once you're captured on tape I'm aware it's a bit avant-garde (Not the f- face, you piece of bitch trash) Casually cleaving without ever grieving But wait, let me give you my card (that's bone!) There is no real me, just this dark entity That cannot be redeemed, so it's time to say goodbye So to hell with good intentions So to hell is where I'll go But the Devil makes exceptions For All-American psychos Hold my calls, I'll kill them all So to hell with good intentions For All-American psychos Do you like Ice Nine Kills? Not really Their early work was a little bit too "scene" for me But when "The Silver Scream" came out I think they really came into their own Commercially and artistically The whole album has a refined melodic sensibility That really makes it a cut above the rest Hey, Paul You've reached the law offices of Mitchell, Summerburg, and Donald Please leave a message Eric, hello, as my lawyer, you know I'm psychotic, but I've crossed the line I killed Drew, Chris and Mike, stabbed José with a knife But I don't think I'm gonna get away with it this time To hell with good intentions To hell is where I'll go But the Devil makes exceptions For All-American psychos Hold my calls, I'll kill them all So to hell with good intentions For All-American, American psychos This confession has meant nothing

Ei pitäny olla myöhään ulkona Piti muistaa syödä kunnolla Mut tuli pari muuttujaa Ja puoli pulloa Bacardii Löysin itseni Kirkkonummelta Kaikki parhaat frendit paikalla Topi halus tupakkaa ja sitä hakee lähettii Kuskikin oli kännissä Laulettiin tytöt tykkäätä Ikkunat yhtä levällään kun mun elämä. Hei sori äiti Meist tuli tällaisii Ei tultu kotiin vaikka sieltä soiteltiin Hei sori iskä kun sulle sanottiin Et kaikki on hyvin Vaik Oikeesti me melkein kuoltiin Hei sori Vaik oikeesti me melkein kuoltiin Selvittiinkään hengissä yeah Vielä muistan takapenkil yeah Sielt tultiin näihin kenkiin vaik oltiin bolte lois niiku Lemmy yeah Meil on pääl semi kuuri siis kadoksissa ja luuri kii Sori vaan mutta tähän tää on Ollaan huonoja uutisii Ajetaan Päin seinää yeah Silmät kii ni ny mennään yeah Sun elämää revi reijää beibi kellää ei oo tällästä ku meillä Hei sori äiti Meist Tuli tällaisii Ei tultu kotiin vaikka sieltä soiteltiin Hei sori iskä Kun sulle sanottiin Et kaikki on hyvin Vaik oikeesti me melkein kuoltiin Hei sori Vaik oikeesti me melkein kuoltiin Hei sori äiti Meist tuli tällaisii Ei tultu kotiin vaikka sieltä soiteltiin Hei sori iskä Kun sulle sanottiin Et kaikki on hyvin Vaik oikeesti me melkein kuoltiin Kaikki on hyvin Mä en oo niiku muut tääl yeah Koitan puhuu mut mul on suu jääs yeah Otetaan beibi uus jää Otetaan beibi uus chaance Sä et oo niiku muut tääl Viel muistan takapenkil Sielt tuntii näihin kenkii Vaik oikeesti me melkein kuoltiin