Whitesnake Lyrics
Whitesnake Lyrics
"Young Blood Lyrics"
Cream Of The Crop Lyrics
Bleeding, weeping, coagulation sets in A bolt in my head! The grisly aftermath of a life spent waiting for the carnage to come I love the stench of my
Bleeding, weeping, coagulation sets in A bolt in my head! The grisly aftermath of a life spent waiting for the carnage to come I love the stench of my
(Coverdale/Marsden)
If you feel the rolling thunder
An' your eyes see lightning strike,
Don't be afraid, just call on me
I'll bring you shelter from the night
When the wind is howling
I'll hold you near,
An' soothe your troubled mind
With a little bit of this,
An' a little bit of that
I'll make you leave all your w
Alone Lyrics
rainy morning, and I look into your eyes, see in the wonder, you're an angel in disguise windy evening, and you tell me all your lies, tears are falling, and the lo
orries behindrainy morning, and I look into your eyes, see in the wonder, you're an angel in disguise windy evening, and you tell me all your lies, tears are falling, and the lo
Don't try to hold on to what you got,
'Cos I got what you need
Don't try to hold on, for anyone,
Come on, give it to me
Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood
Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood
Youngblood...
When you're burning hot with fever
An' you shake down to your bones,
Don't get
Baggage Lyrics
I'm lookin' old today In a very sort of jaded way Very cynical and hard Weeds all over my yard I can't remember the summer It's all a blur, yeah It's
ourself into a cold sweatI'm lookin' old today In a very sort of jaded way Very cynical and hard Weeds all over my yard I can't remember the summer It's all a blur, yeah It's
'Cos it's just your bad blood throwing stones
The devil has got your number
An' he wants you hanging on a line,
But, before the night is over, baby
I'm gonna make you mine
Don't try to hold on to what you got,
'Cos I got what you need
Don't try to hold on, for anyone,
Come on, give it to me
You
Relief Of The Night Lyrics
Why a picture Is it all too false The shepherd gathers in Voices from the darkness Bleeding from lonely mountains They are more quiet at day Sight in t
gblood, you're hot property, youngbloodWhy a picture Is it all too false The shepherd gathers in Voices from the darkness Bleeding from lonely mountains They are more quiet at day Sight in t
Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood
I'm coming to get you
Don't try to hold on to what you got,
'Cos I got what you need
Don't try to hold on, for anyone,
Come on, give it to me
Youngblood, you're hot property, youngblood...
I'm gonna make you mine...