"Call For The Priest" as written by and Glenn Raymond/halford Tipton....
I made a spike about nine o'clock on a Saturday
All eyes hit me as I walked into the door
Then ? and then the guys were fooling in the denim dudes
A couple cards played rough stuff, New York, fire island

I cased the joint, straining at the scenes

I moseyed up to the counter and the tender came a-grinnin'
I snapped the smile off his face and scowled "Give me a bourbon"
The mirror on the wall was collecting and reflecting
All the heavy bodies ducking, stealing eager for some action
The scene screwed me up, I saw some contact
Then the big boys, saw me and knew that

I'd had too much, floating around
Statues alive, seconds are hours

Sacks like a hurricane, wrapped in and shattered
I was barely holding on to this flying body symphony
I guess I dream in pictures, not colors
The true free expression I demand is human rights - right

I gave my life, I am immortal

I'm going, no loss
I'm going, no loss
I'm going, no loss
I'm going, no loss

Nightmare, just a bunch of goddamn, rotten, steaming, raw


Lyrics submitted by Idan

"Call for the Priest/Raw Deal" as written by Rob Halford Glenn Raymond Tipton

Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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