- Votes:
- Composers:
- John Oliva
- Paul O'Neill
- Chris Caffery
 
- Genres:
- Metal
- Rock
 
- Tags:
- heavy metal
- progressive metal
- progressive rock
 
- See also:
Savatage - Blackjack Guillotine lyrics
Blackjack guillotine
 Razor sharp
 Always clean
 Gotta lie
 Very wide
 Once inside she knows what to do
 She knows what to do
Skin tight
 China white
 Just another neon life
 In the vein
 Leaves a stain
 All the time you know that it's true
 You know that its true
 So tell me what you had in store
 It doesn't matter anymore
 It never did, it never will
 But I'll be out there waiting still
 You're moving fast but leaving tracks
 A compromise to your attacks
 There comes a time you want to take it back
 Back
Back
 Back
 But can't think of nothing I
 Can't think of nothing I
 Can't think of nothing I
 Lack
Junkie
 Credit card
 Gotta vein
 Goes for yards
 Hypnotised
 You decide
 Every neuron's changing its view
 Changing its view
Gentlemen
 Summarize
 Every lie
 Well disguised
 Don't forget
 Savatage - Blackjack Guillotine - http://motolyrics.com/savatage/blackjack-guillotine-lyrics.html
 Neuron death
 In the mind awaiting its cue
 Awaiting its cue
 And so we found it very mod
 The worshiping of lesser gods
 And lie they do
 For lie they must
 For they know it's the lie we trust
 And so we're out there laying tracks
 Wherever there's a vein to pack
 There comes a time you want to take it back
 Back
 Back
 Back
 Back
 But I can't think of nothing
 I can't think of nothing
 I can't think of nothing
 I lack
 The sailor asked how so young a man
 Could have fallen into such a trap
 And the ocean said the first time was with a friend
 Who now can't take it back
 It was a friendly gesture
 As they all claim at the time
 When that friend or kindly stranger
 Free of charge gave him his first line
 To harm this boy they're sure to say
 Was never our intent
 And we were as shocked as anyone
 With just how far he went
 He never thought it dangerous
 As he stuck it in his vein
 That a needle that had seemed so short
Could reach straight into his brain
 It was upon this very beach
 That his first line was tried
 And who'd have thought way back then
 That here is where he'd die
 If these words seem repetitious
 And the subject beaten dead
 The reason that I still say it
 Is it still needs to be said










