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Fatal Desire © 2009 words and music by Brian Cram A man is a man, strong and kind Lives by the verdict of his own mind Walking tall through the streets of town No evil of man can bring him down True to himself, unafraid to take a stand Such is the power, the glory of man But man must fall, it's sad but true One whiff of woman and man is through The bible tells a story from a long time ago How Samson was Delilah-whipped or so the story goes But it weren't no haircut that brought our man down It was the skill with which that witch twisted his body around He cried for mercy, then he cried for more He escaped through an open window, headed right back in the door He loved her hugs, he loved her kisses and such Samson weren't her prisoner, he just wanted her too much Too much a prisoner to too much fatal desire Want to be strong, but I can't keep my fingers out of the fire Girl you know the thrill but that kind of thrill can kill in no time (solo) Too much a prisoner to too much fatal desire Well, I want to be strong, but I can't keep my fingers out of the fire Girl you know the thrill but that kind of thrill can kill in no time Return to Top Personnel: Brian Cram - bass, guitar, vocals Chris Cram - guitar Bob Boulding - guitar Jon Mattox - drums Adam Wright - congas Bob Harrington - guiro Bob Harrington - engineering (Guinea Pig Sound) Jon Mattox - engineering (Bright Orange) Sebastian Sheehan - drum engineering (Bright Orange) Return to Top |
