5 Vs. 7
Hellacopters
Grande Rock (1999)

gone down and out feels like it´s sinkin´
with a sense of direction it comes tumblin´ down
the sky´s gone dark - streets are stinlin´
and the howlin´ wind comes blowin´
thru´ the neon towns

it´s sweepin´ over the land
the shit is aiming for the fan
no there ain´t no chosen few
it´s comin´ down by the minute
it´s sad but you´re in it too

you play along but can´t hide the pleasure
side by side by fools you´re feelin´like a king
you´re just a pawn moved around in massive tester
but you play your part real well so you
don´t feel a thing

dead set like you had a reason
I could never walk your way
my soul be down for treason

hearts gone black the sky is fallin´
piling up outside the transplantion camp
time´s up coyte´s calling
debris being left as treasures
for the waiting tramp

the street´s a mess and the howlin´ wind
blows hard - the hammer´s fallin´ again
ain´t jewels left in your crown
with a sense of direction
it comes tumblin´ down