444 Songtext
von Crippled Black Phoenix

We′ve got a loudspeaker here and when we
Go into battle we play music very loud
Arms down

There are no cars ever or ever coming over near here
And I'll go the world out with you, there ain′t no coming side
Put a hand on the middle of your vision, between your own eyes
Between your own eyes

The picture's in me, in me, in me too
The picture's in me, in me, in me too
The picture′s in me, in me, in me too
Whoa, whoa, whoa


Numbers and coincidence entice me to kneel down
Some men run in threes before they can yet seek alone
Your windmills fan your visions of the stationary gods
In you own

The picture′s in me, in me, in me too
The picture's in me, in me, in me too
The picture′s in me, in me, in me too
Whoa, whoa, whoaDay and day and along my way
And I won't hurt you son
Day and day and along my way
And I won′t hurt you son
Day and day and along my way
And I won't hurt you son
Day and day and along my way
And I won′t hurt you son