Besedila: White Flag. Third Strike. Meteor Hour.

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We?re cowboys from inner Earth
Giving you a sense of worth
I need a piece of pocket change
When I?m riding on the range

Associates of dramatic stance
Tight fisted, leather pants
Prince of Darkness shudders cold
When he feels my tightened hold

P?nee-mee - P?nee-mee
Picture this, I?m a falling tower
P?nee-mee - P?nee-mee
Wake me up for the meteor hour

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P?nee-mee - P?nee-mee
Picture this, I?m a falling tower
P?nee-mee - P?nee-mee
Wake me up for the meteor hour

Don?t wanna be a cop but that?s okay
Darkness hides where night becomes grey
Don?t wanna be a Nazi and conform
But I admit I hate all uniforms

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P?nee-mee - P?nee-mee
Picture this, I?m a falling tower
P?nee-mee - P?nee-mee
Wake me up for the meteor hour

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[The verses below are listed on the LP insert]

Ground my diamonds into dust
And left them in the rain to rust
And stepped inside my guitar case
And voided out of time and space

Ladies lure me over the fence
Their acts of love make no sense
My choice is made the road is hard
I will succumb to the Trish card

I?m afraid, but I?ll be alright
I know she only smokes at night
The fence is down, my P?s and Q?s
Again I fall to will of shrews

Riding on a subway train
The passengers think I?m insane
They?re riding on their way to work!
I?m broken, I can?t even rhyme