Black Daze Songtext
von Overkill

Name the Father, son, and the Fixer
And who but one we all feel inside
Strap it on and pour the elixir
To the days we count as alive

Concrete Jesus in a hell of a fix
He makes his living on heavy-handed mitts

Black days, black days, white haze
Shoot me down, adrenaline highway
Black days, black days, white haze
Shoot me up and count me alive

Seen the pain whenever I need it
Seen the scene whenever I want
Strap it on, intending to bleed it
When easy folk join us along


Concrete Jesus got the lot inside
He gets his kicks pissing on my pride
Call him the Fixer
Call him the Fixer

Black days, black days, white haze
Shoot me down, adrenaline highway
Black days, black days, white haze
Shoot me up and count me alive

Amputated spirit, executed soul
Nothing but the shell of before
Exterminate it, feel it as it fills the hole
Hear ′em screaming, they want more

Black days, black days, white haze
Shoot me down, adrenaline highway
Black days, black days, white haze
Shoot me up and count me alive