[Written by Blue Oyster Cult] All our times have come Here but now they're gone Seasons don't fear the reaper Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain We
A skyhole here, the sun's let in It melts the ice, it melts my skin The oceans rise, the lands recede Cities crumble, vermin feed We will all go together
The seas turning black The sky turning red And someone talking in my bed I know I've got to chase the devil tonight For the time is here But the way,
THE MIDDAY SKY WAS GREY AND PURPLE AT LEAST IT WASN'T BLUE FOR I HAVE BEEN A LOST AND LONELY AND WHAT I DO I WANT THE SKY TO BE THE WAY I AM SAILOR ON
If we could fly In the dreaming of dreams And you came to me I would welcome you in But now I'm awake In the dark on my own With nothing to read And
home lie When is our own Lonely the cold cry Only unknown Dark comes the night on the aged Hard comes the day still unpaid yet All in a bed still unmade
If beauty is an ecstasy and anger keeps you poor A hungry man is never free, a rich man never cured Things were never what they used to be Now every crowd
but something weirds going on at Chesters Farm... This is the place where the monkeys die this is the cage where the mutants fly on the wings on a industry
A score of years this line has run Above the crests that drown the sun A mile high the turbines turned The stokers sweat the monkeys burned I will carry
down On a cold new town As he carried you away From your father's hand That always seemed like a fist Reaching out to make you pay He came like a hero
for me? Then I felt that hope and a lucky card Where all I had to walk with me Some days will stay a thousand years Some pass like the flash of a spark
The eagle soars above the clouds . . . . . And I may walk in cities Where the wolf once had his fill . . . . . To turn the old to new And wipe our eyes
Making her way with a flash and a bang Boom goes the life of the dynamite lady Picking up the pieces wherever she can Making her way with a flash and a
a word until you smile Four hundred miles On fields of fire Between a woman and a boy Between a child and his toy Between a woman and a boy Between a
ve changed forever Survivors set out on a trail In the search for salvation Looking for remnants of sense In the end of a nation We will all fall together A
Who saw the fences falling Who broke the plough man's bread Who heard the winter calling Who wore the tailor's thread How many sheaves were counted How
I was driving to Damascus when a sandstorm rose The road disappeared and the axle froze I was low on gas and lower on hope I covered my eyes and I felt
a lot of cold nights missing you I spend a lot of cold nights missing you There's a low ballet on the highway Brief faces in the light I catch them for a