So.. you went back to black
There's no return, and no comeback
You took the trip, you chose to go
But in the end I think you lost control
You lived too fast - your feet don't touch the floor
Preserved in wax - like those who went before
Fame and drugs were - stronger than you
And so you did - what you had to do
Black Black Black Black
An angel's voice from a mouth that sinned
You were like a blowtorch in the wind
You told it like it is and you can bet
Now you've got no time left to regret
Eclectic music label based in Bristol, UK. Specialising in short run limited editions that nevertheless shift very few copies. Local Underground is Rocker's baby, baby.