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The Dark Man Cometh.
Georgia on my mind, rock n roll hell,
The Dark Man Cometh.
Can"t you feel the coolness in the breeze
See that greyness in the light summer sky,
Have that feeling of slight unease you just
Can"t put your Sticky finger on .
The Dark Man Cometh,
The world is once again receptive
To 'you've got your troubles'
Troubles ready to escalate .
Bad Moons are ready to break on through,
The Doors suddenly have a Credence
To open wide on an Eve of Destruction.
There is Thunder on the Mountains
And no Sympathy for a Devil who
May be Born in the USA.
The Shadows of the Night
Became darker, Back in Black.
True Colors, Because the Night
Became Raw Power signifying
A Bad Dangerous Thriller
Of a confrontation.
That could mean an Exodus.
The world holds its breadth
As we are drawn Back in the U.S.S.R .
No one wants a Bullet in the Bible
Or to be a Soul Survivor.
Are we Experienced?
The Dark Man Cometh,
Let us not Barrack him yet,
Hey Joe, 'Whatcha Gonna Do About It'
