Against the Dark Skies

Your life was pure Days were fine Your mood was still all right Hundred friends Party nights Perfect suit and finest tie Standing firm in line Fastest cars Crowded bars Hard to count all those chicks Down on knees King of day Lord of night Choosing still right side Never wrong, tough and strong Hard to count all those chicks Down on knees Vicious kisses Venomed lips Changed everything Like cheap tricks You stand Alone Against The Dark Skies