Grand Slam

Defined by the past A holy grudge persists A past in justice tells me all I am today Could be sick, could be sane Like a devil efficient with pain I feel so sick But you look sane You little devil you're giving me hell No chance for revenge Believe in God, he'll give you hell No chance for revenge You little devil you're giving me hell Watching you die softly with no worth You're the real grand slam I can't pass up Oh Could be sick, could be sane Like a devil efficient with pain I feel so sick But you look sane You little devil you're giving me hell No chance for revenge Believe in God, he'll give you hell No chance for revenge You little devil you're keeping me sane Watching you die softly with no worth You're the real grand slam I can't pass up Oh Searching for the sympathy you'd never get You're the real grand slam I can't pass up Oh You make it happen, you don't understand A sacred heart it seeks revenge And real love Real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love A real love Real love