Sunday. More rain and fog and wind.
I left the motel at 5am
Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you
I left the motel at 5am
Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone gone gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you
Down the mountain through the fog into more rain on the F4 then into Parramatta and up to Hornsby before gunning the Duke through Mooney Mooney to Gosford.
Next year, BT 5, we’re storming the Capital!
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