Black Ice Songtext
von Municipal Waste

On the woods of memory the runways are slick
The temperature′s dropping, the fog is so thick
There's a chill in the air, there′s a storm on the way
The mist is greasy, the cars stand by


Black ice, you better act
Black ice, you'll lose control
Black ice, you break your neck
Black ice, you better act
Black ice, you'll lose control
Black ice, you break your neck

So on your next journey just heed my advice
And stick to the plan and be well prepared
Black ice