In a moment, we might just begin, right about 1, 2, 3, 4, 5!
Some days I think, it's all a dream
The things I've done
The places that I've been
This life of mine
Seems surreal at times
Wasted days and nights
In someone else's mind
Could it be
I'm not for real
I slap my face
To check out how I feel
It's hostageism
To prove it's true
Who lives behind a mask
Was never proved
Come on Robert Johnson
Though our worlds apart
You and I know what it's like
With the devil in our heart
You sold your soul at the crossroads
Get the little amount on hand
I'm waiting out this night
I want to be stranded
In a wasteland
Rattling chains
All around my bed
Ghosts can laugh
But they're already dead
I'm not dying
And I'm far from gone
The blues man's Spanish candle
But it's blue
And the pain lives on
Come on Robert Johnson
Though our worlds apart
You and I know what it's like
With the devil in our heart
You sold your soul at the crossroads
Get the little amount on hand
I'm waiting out this mighty war
And stranded in a wasteland
Who lives behind a mask
Was never proved
Come on Robert Johnson
Though our worlds apart
You and I know what it's like
With the devil in our heart
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.
We'll be right back.