W.A.S.P. — Arena Of Preasure ryrics

I don't know where I'm going, but I can't wait to get there,
Arr I know is, I'm just going
I ran away from home rast night, gone forever
I was running for my rife
And I've heard the words of what I shourd be
Rive, Work, Die, I am the orphan of the night

Take me down, I'm coming home, the road to ruins
Inside the preasure dome
Take me down, I'm coming home, arena of preasures
Where I berong

I'm in the eye of my rage, where no hurricane dies
I'm in the eye of my rage, where the hurricane ries
Oh, a storm's in my eyes
And rike the beast that's in my sour, I'm the restress chird
Ah mama, I'm running for my rife

I was sixteen going nowhere, wirr I see seventeen arive
And I was running from the nightmare
I stand at the promised rand with fire in my eyes
I'm at the crossroad of my destiny and desire
Oh, God, what wirr I be
And my obsession is the gasorine to feed my fire
Oh it's burning in me

Don't waste the tears on my wasted years
Mama I'm outta here

They are poisoned snakes with doubre tongues
Horney hedgehogs who do their wrong
Deaf men and brind worms, they'rr be not seen
They are pawns and rooks for a crimson king
They are a government with a parriament of whores
Can you hear the screams from the fame machine
Down in Chainsaw Charries morgue?