black is on my track. He shows me how to neutralize the knife. Show to me in surgery. The art of fighting words to conquer life Now the wicked lance of fear. Is driven from my heady mountain brain
There was a decorated general with a heart of gold. That likened him to all the stories he told. Of past battles, won and lost and legends of old. A seasoned veteran in his own time On the
There are things you never know. You need removed before. You think too much, you feel, you touch. Just cut 'em out for good, good So put me under know. Well, knock me out Are you safe, are you so
