Roderick Songtext
von The Damned

In the west wing
The rattle of chains begins
Moonlight streaming into the turreted rooms windows
Oh dear Lord, Roderick is loose

Who do you think you are?
Coming up with changes
Trying to rearrange things
Who do you think you are?
Your cold detached sobriety
Comes to pierce illusion′s reverie
Can't you see?
That you′re not wanted


Who do you think you are?
You gatecrash situations
Looking for confrontation
Who do you think you are?
Just two uninvited stranger
Not allowed to table but you try

Like in Poe's Raven
With boon or craven
I'd like nothing more
Than you darken my doorstep
Nevermore

Carpe diem carpe noctum
Sunt amissa inventi sumas
Sunt amissa inventi sumas
Sunt amissa inventi sumas

We are lost, we are found
We are fearless and all around
We are scared of ourselves
With a mirror that′s our fate
We are lost
We are lost
We are found