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LEGEND LYRICS
"Legend" (1981)
1. Badgirl
2. Taste of Life
3. Buried Alive
4. Negligance
5. Torture
6. Hiroshima
7. Song for a Soldier
1. Badgirl
Badgirl, I'm missing you
Badgirl, you know that it's true
Remember the days when loving was fun, you said that I was the only one
Badgirl, why did you go?
Badgirl, I guess I'm too slow
Badgirl, when (are) you coming home?
Badgirl, can't leave you alone
You came obsessed with a love I can't give
Then went trough me like sant through a sieve
Badgirl, why can't you stay?
Badgirl, don't leave me this way
Badgirl, I miss you tonight
Badgirl, will you be alright?
Living the nightlife is living for fun
Take love and money from everyone
Badgirl, if only you'd stay
Badgirl, I'd love you this way
2. Taste of Life
Exploding, like some vision of the future
Eroding, like nightmare of the past
Degrading, like the voice of retribution
Evading, like the life that couldn't last
Demanding, like the call of satisfaction
Tolling, like the bell that rings of death
Announcing, that the game of life is over
Gasping, like the failing of your breath
Your sadness is reflected in the way your life is wasted
Your ignorance stands the test in the life you tasted
Your fear stands alone in the world you have created
But weeping has no future when your cries are so belated
So there it is my friends, a taste of life
We're on the stage my friends, we're under the lights
Why is it that your visions are confessions of the past
A silence here tomorrow in a life that cannot last
The men that call for changes in a dream that never starts
Are victims of the future in a play devoid of parts
And there it is my friends, a taste of life
We're on the stage my friends, we're under the lights
3. Buried Alive
You look so depressed in your muslim robe
It wouldn't be like this so you were told
A peaceful solitude a silent mist
As face to face with death you kissed
The final seconds were hours of pain
As the breath of life appeared again
To torment you with hopes in vain
Or thinking you might live again... never!
You look so depressed in your wooden case
A fitting tribute to the master race
A peaceful solitude alive with worms
Buried alive! They'll never learn!
Buried alive!
You look so depressed in your wooden case
A fitting tribute to the master race
A peaceful solitude alive with worms
Buried alive! They'll never learn!
Buried alive!
Rot in Hell!
Six feet under!
4. Negligance
With your hands held deep in your pockets
Why do you try to find a way?
Morning follows the night time of your life
Wake up to a brand new day
She was just a number in the game of man
Wiped from the blackboard of life
Fulfilling her duty of being on time
Did it matter that she was your wife?
Your sorrow deflates the true curse of the deed
Your strenght at this time will decide
If life is important for life to succeed
True feelings young man you must hide
Opinion polls said you were right to complain
That her case was a negligent act
Her body was not just a testing ground
But life is true fiction not fact
And now that your pockets are empty of power
You must face that your course is at an end
Just pray for the others still waiting out there
To be a victim of our medical friend
With your hands held deep in your pockets
Why do you try to find a way?
Morning follows the night time of your life
Wake up to a brand new day
5. Torture
When you know your life is wasted
And your dream is a scream in the night
You can never return to reality
Without stopping the future of light
You think you have a future, a hope of many years
But we control the apathy, that feeds upon your fears
If time can make it a torment
Then you have as long as you need
We'll just sit back and enjoy it
And upon your soul we'll feed
You think you have a future, a hope of many years
But we control the apathy, that feeds upon your fears
When you know your life is wasted
And your dream is a scream in the night
You can never return to reality
Without stopping the future of light
You think you have a future, a hope of many years
But we control the apathy, that feeds upon your fears
6. Hiroshima
Third degree burns and twisted limbs
Men can't repens such evil sins
Cities leveled, molecular pain
The rising sun won't rise again
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
We tried to warn them, the pigs all lied
Children born within its cloud
Genetic disease the enternal shroud
The water boiled the sky turned black
Time zero was the final attack
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
We tried to warn them, the pigs all lied
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Hiroshima!
Oh rising sun your children weep
Will your memories of pain ever sleep
Will the book of life explain the cause
As the only way to stop all wars?
But it had to be done, the pigs all cried
We tried to warn them, the pigs all lied
7. Song for a Soldier
Black dog howls on the edge of the night, howls the call of doom
The soldier wipes his sweaty brow from the safety of his room
Not long to go till the battle screams of death into the night
And the soldier boy will lose his life in this endless bloody plight
Two thousand dead, so what, it's fame, a medal or two for me
As long as my body never bleeds my glory's always free
The mornings here in sunlight rays, that burns the morning dew
The barbed wire shivers in steely awe, the living are not true
Black dog howls on the edge of the night, howls the call of doom
The soldier wipes his sweaty brow from the safety of his room
Not long to go till the battle screams of death into the night
And the soldier boy will lose his life in this endless bloody plight
And when the battle is over, what about the pain
Of knowing that I'll never see my little boy again
His duty has been done at last, despite my growing fears
That knowing as a parent, I've wasted all these years
How could they do this?
How could the kill my son?
I tried to create an honest man, a man of right and good
Whose head was quickly shattered, nothing left but blood
They wrote at least a letter, explaining of their thanks
But little boys have little hope against Russian tanks
How could they do this?
How could they kill my son?
His soul was just a number, hanging on the cross
Just another casualty, another pointless loss
But me I was his father, so how do I feel now?
My life long goal is over, but still I wonder how
How could they do this?
How could they kill my son?
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