| Song | A Heavy Burden |
| Artist | Raunchy |
| Album | Wasteland Discotheque |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| You know it turns me on to see | |
| The way you look at me | |
| With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon | |
| Would you even think about leaving so soon? | |
| And there she hits you within your eye | |
| You know all is lost and about to die | |
| Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
| And talks for a while with that… | |
| Fateful severed spitful boy | |
| Deep away in the heart of joy | |
| Talks like crazy, talks to the sea | |
| The sea is what you see in me. | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I’m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look pretty in every stitch you’re in | |
| I’m a little boy | |
| I’m in love with you in ways they’ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| You give yourself the red carpet grave | |
| The last of the lost was hereby saved | |
| With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart | |
| She turned back to the story from the start | |
| And there she goes all dressed in style | |
| All is won within all that dies | |
| Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
| And talks for a while with that… | |
| Deadly severed spiteful tongue | |
| Sweep away the heart with songs | |
| Run like crazy, run to the sea | |
| The sea is what you see in me. | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I’m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look preaty in every stitch you’re in | |
| I’m a little boy | |
| I’m in love with you in ways they’ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| A rose dressed in thorns | |
| Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
| A rose dressed in thorns | |
| A black kingdom between mountains of lust | |
| Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
| Kick up a fire and watch them explode | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I’m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look preaty in every stitch you’re in | |
| I’m a little boy | |
| I’m in love with you in ways they’ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night |
| You know it turns me on to see | |
| The way you look at me | |
| With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon | |
| Would you even think about leaving so soon? | |
| And there she hits you within your eye | |
| You know all is lost and about to die | |
| Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
| And talks for a while with that | |
| Fateful severed spitful boy | |
| Deep away in the heart of joy | |
| Talks like crazy, talks to the sea | |
| The sea is what you see in me. | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look pretty in every stitch you' re in | |
| I' m a little boy | |
| I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| You give yourself the red carpet grave | |
| The last of the lost was hereby saved | |
| With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart | |
| She turned back to the story from the start | |
| And there she goes all dressed in style | |
| All is won within all that dies | |
| Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
| And talks for a while with that | |
| Deadly severed spiteful tongue | |
| Sweep away the heart with songs | |
| Run like crazy, run to the sea | |
| The sea is what you see in me. | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
| I' m a little boy | |
| I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| A rose dressed in thorns | |
| Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
| A rose dressed in thorns | |
| A black kingdom between mountains of lust | |
| Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
| Kick up a fire and watch them explode | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
| I' m a little boy | |
| I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night |
| You know it turns me on to see | |
| The way you look at me | |
| With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon | |
| Would you even think about leaving so soon? | |
| And there she hits you within your eye | |
| You know all is lost and about to die | |
| Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
| And talks for a while with that | |
| Fateful severed spitful boy | |
| Deep away in the heart of joy | |
| Talks like crazy, talks to the sea | |
| The sea is what you see in me. | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look pretty in every stitch you' re in | |
| I' m a little boy | |
| I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| You give yourself the red carpet grave | |
| The last of the lost was hereby saved | |
| With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart | |
| She turned back to the story from the start | |
| And there she goes all dressed in style | |
| All is won within all that dies | |
| Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile | |
| And talks for a while with that | |
| Deadly severed spiteful tongue | |
| Sweep away the heart with songs | |
| Run like crazy, run to the sea | |
| The sea is what you see in me. | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
| I' m a little boy | |
| I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| A rose dressed in thorns | |
| Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
| A rose dressed in thorns | |
| A black kingdom between mountains of lust | |
| Yet your touch is just a feeble plot | |
| Kick up a fire and watch them explode | |
| Track to the city filth that lies below | |
| When I' m with you the street are fields where flowers grow | |
| You look preaty in every stitch you' re in | |
| I' m a little boy | |
| I' m in love with you in ways they' ll never try. | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night | |
| Set sails for the future head on into the night |