Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creeper, artist - Rose Tattoo.
Date of issue: 15.02.2007
Song language: English
Creeper |
Slips on his sneakers and slides down the stairs |
Out into the moonlight and the cold night air |
As he glides through the darkness |
He leaves no trace |
A spectre in the night a man with no face |
He’s a sad gambler |
He’s that midnight rambler |
He’s a sad man, and he’s a bad man |
He’s a creeper |
Slinking in the shadows and hiding in the park |
Silent velvet temple so still an so dark |
He’ll perform this wicked ritual again and again |
Nothin' short of murder will ease this pain |
He’s an all day sleeper |
He’s a midnight creeper |
He’s a sad man, such a bad man |
Creeper |
He’s a sad man, he’s such a bad man |
He’s a creeper |
07. Man About Town |
Now the bloods been spilt |
We must make our pact |
Declare ourselves for who we are |
That’s a cold hard fact |
Eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth |
That’s the game we play |
Step on me, and I’ll step all over you |
It’s always gonna be that way |
Don’t push your luck |
It’s a long way down |
Now you’re dealing with |
The man in this town |
I’m a king without a crown, I wont sit down |
You can’t pull me down, I’m the man in this town |
Now the stage is set. |
Now it’s time to act |
I gotta know who I’m standing with |
And if ya gonna watch my back |
Are you staunch when the shit hits the fan? |
Or are you running away |
Do I depend on you my friend? |
So I live to fight another day |
Don’t push your luck |
You won’t face me down |
I’m the king of these streets, I’m the king of this town |
I’m the man about town |
Yeah I ain’t foolin' around |
You won’t pull me down |
I’m the man about town |
Kindness and weakness |
A friend of mine used to say |
It’s a lesson that’s worth learning |
It might save your life today |
Don’t push your luck |
It' a long way down |
I’m the king of these streets, I’m the king of this town |
I’m the man about town |
You won’t put me down |
I’m the man about town |
Each life he takes can never be the last |
Christian forgiveness slipping from his grasp |
From a life of desperate carnage, there is no escape |
The freedom he craves never more than a taste |
He’s a sad gambler |
He’s that midnight rambler |
He’s an all day sleeper |
He’s that midnight creeper |
He’s a sad man, such a bad man |
He’s the midnight creeper |