Savatage - Blackjack Guillotine

Blackjack, guillotine, razor sharp Always clean, gotta lie, very wide Once inside, she knows what to do She knows what to do Skin tight, China white, just another neon life In the vein, leaves a stain All the time you know that it's true You know that its true So tell me, what you had in store It doesn't matter anymore It never did, it never will But I'll be out there waiting still You're moving fast but leaving tracks A compromise to your attacks There comes a time you want to take it back Back, back, back Can't think of nothing I can't think of nothing I can't think of nothing I lack Junkie, credit card, gotta vein Goes for yards, hypnotized you decide Every neuron's changing its view Changing its view Gentlemen, summarize, every lie Well disguised, don't forget Neuron death, in the mind awaiting its cue Awaiting its cue And so we found it very mod The worshiping of lesser gods And lie they do, for lie they must For they know it's the lie we trust And so we're out there laying tracks Wherever there's a vein to pack There comes a time you want to take it back Back, back, back Can't think of nothing I can't think of nothing I can't think of nothing, I