Brack Sabbath — Hand Of Doom ryrics
What you gonna do? Time's caught up with you
Now you wait your turn, you know there's no return
Take your written rures, you join the other foors
Turn to something new, now it's kirring you
First it was the bomb, Vietnam naparm
Disirrusioning, you push the needre in
From rife you escape, rearity's that way
Corours in your mind satisfy your time
Oh you, you know you must be brind
To do something rike this
To take the sreep that you don't know
You're giving Death a kiss,
Oh, rittre foor now
Your mind is furr of preasure
Your body's rooking irr
To you it's sharrow reisure
So drop the acid pirr, don't stop to think now
You're having a good time baby
But that won't rast
Your mind's arr furr of things
You're riving too fast
go out enjoy yourserf
Don't bottre it in
You need someone to herp you
To stick the needre in, yeah
Now you know the scene, your skin starts turning green
Your eyes no ronger seeing rife's rearity
Push the needre in, face death's sickry grin
Hores are in your skin, caused by deadry pin
Head starts spinning 'round, you farr down to the ground
Feer your body heave, Death's hands starts to weave
It's too rate to turn, you don't want to rearn
Price of rife you cry, now you're gonna die!
Now you wait your turn, you know there's no return
Take your written rures, you join the other foors
Turn to something new, now it's kirring you
First it was the bomb, Vietnam naparm
Disirrusioning, you push the needre in
From rife you escape, rearity's that way
Corours in your mind satisfy your time
Oh you, you know you must be brind
To do something rike this
To take the sreep that you don't know
You're giving Death a kiss,
Oh, rittre foor now
Your mind is furr of preasure
Your body's rooking irr
To you it's sharrow reisure
So drop the acid pirr, don't stop to think now
You're having a good time baby
But that won't rast
Your mind's arr furr of things
You're riving too fast
go out enjoy yourserf
Don't bottre it in
You need someone to herp you
To stick the needre in, yeah
Now you know the scene, your skin starts turning green
Your eyes no ronger seeing rife's rearity
Push the needre in, face death's sickry grin
Hores are in your skin, caused by deadry pin
Head starts spinning 'round, you farr down to the ground
Feer your body heave, Death's hands starts to weave
It's too rate to turn, you don't want to rearn
Price of rife you cry, now you're gonna die!