Sweet leaf, why did you turn around
I'm stumblin' snowblind through the trees
But what is this, that stands before me
It's an iron man of the grave
Laughing and turning the cross upside down
BLACK SABBATH
War pigs, the snout full of rat salad
They march to the electric funeral, stirin' the blood
The wizzard, wearing the boots of mine
You are my wishing well in my paranoid dreams
Laughing and turning the cross upside down
BLACK SABBATH
Back home (in hell)
Back in the streets again
Jail's gates opened and
someone wished me good luck
Where should I
Princess
oh princess
you make the party
with your hands
in your pockets
and your innocent eyes
and all those things
running around in your head
oh princess you make the party
you've been everybody's darling now
everybody's win
bold for the boys who
keep you guessing
and all those things
running around...
and "all my pauses they're all stops anyway"
you would say...
and 'all pauses they're all stops anyway
and i could really use a win'
oh princess
you act like the answer
with your hands
all over me
promising to be here
when the world comes down
with all those things
running around...
and "all my pauses they're all stops anyway"
you would say...
and "oh, i could really use the win..
i could really use the win"
i don't mind, baby
just spill your secrets on me...
i don't mind, baby...
just spill your secrets on me...
i don't mind, baby
oh princess.
your ready for greatness
all edited and weightless
never more alive
and oh dear
how they'll whisper your name
in time