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Riot The Privilege Of Power

: A slave to indulgence, a slave who obstains A slave to your pleasure, a slave to your pain A slave to a business, a mistress, a wife Slave to the bottle

: Riding the white horse faithful and true With the armies of heaven behind His eyes were like fire, he wore many crowns He suffered the pain for mankind

: We drank 'till the sunrise Rode away singin' Johnny's back again maybe i'm wrong - maybe i've really just been away too long There a few who remember

: I heard you ccrowling across the floor While the sun was scratching at my back door I tasted the pleasure upon you're lips And i saw the blood on your

: Runaway, all alone, on these streets you call your home Fade to black, painted smile On these streets there cries a wounded child On the run, shadows

We drank 'till the sunrise Rode away singin' Johnny's back again maybe i'm wrong - maybe i've really just been away too long There a few who remember

I'm the killer Here's a couple a grand, baby light up Whatever is mine is ours I got three or four in a bag in the trunk That's the privilege of Power

I need a reason to be cool for a little while A bitter pill that ain't to hard to swallow You got me runnin' like a hot wired Cadillac A chrome-plated

A slave to indulgence, a slave who obstains A slave to your pleasure, a slave to your pain A slave to a business, a mistress, a wife Slave to the bottle