e into the cool night air
It seems she doesnґt even care
And every time I close my window
I remember this, that final kiss
Her shadow on the wall
I hate those city lights that stare into my room
They know my pain, led her astray
And still I hear their call


2. Mary Lou Is Dead

[Acoustic guitar: Carl Sjцblom and Tuomas Nieminen, Grand piano: Tuomas Nieminen, Hammond: Carl Sjцblom]

Staring at the celling, trying not to think
There is an empty space where she used to be
Every little thing appears to be the same
But deep in my heart I know sheґs gone away
I close my eyes and try not to weep
But Iґm scared as hell to fall asleep
An old suitcase in her hand
And in her eyes I could see itґs over
It has to be goodbye
"Like the seven years that I had throw away
Now my lifeґs at stare, canґt wait another day"
I try to move but I donґt know how
Cause sheґs all that I can think of right now
I canґt breathe, ґcos Mary Lou is dead
Sheґs gone without a trace
I canґt wait to see the sun go down on me


3. Acid Highway

[Acoustic guitar: Carl Sjцblom, Additional vocals: Taneli Kiljunen]

Step inside my red corvette
Let me give you a ride
Weґll show these losers how to drive
Despite the acid within me
Thereshold -10
And ratio is -3
In this O.D.
A 5-mile drive from San Reno
A three-dollar-bill ahead
My sweet M.I. is in the trunk
With all them dead presidents there
Weґll drive to the end of the highway
Despite the acid within me
Weґll drive to the end of the highway
On flat tyres and a broken windshield
There is speed metal in the air
And weґre stuck on fifth gear
A mustang fulla eskimoґs
The mescalin must be kickinґ in
So step inside my red corvette
It only takes a while
If you agree to pay the pills
Iґll keep the engine a-rollinґ


4. Gothamburg

[Acoustic guitar: Carl Sjцblom]

Wait for me, donґt be so hasty
And speak to me, time cannot be wasted
Breathe for me when I feel like choking
And hold me there ґtil I canґt remember
ґCause I know we could run away and lose the pain
Standing at the crossroads I would choose the same
And make the same mistake again
Something draws us back into that place where we were
Keeps us chained for years and years to come
Awaken me to a crystal morning
Sleep with me, the hours of the evening
Lead me thru the rivers of our city
And make me believe thereґs something worth the waiting
ґCause I know we could run away and lose the pain
Standing at the crossroads I would choose the same
And make the same mistake again
Something draws us back into that place where we were
Keeps us chained for years and years
Canґt find a way we wonґt make another day
Gothamburg I donґt know what is real
The trace in the sand
Or the wounds in my hands
Or the rest that conspire


5. Blue Lady

[Hammond: Carl Sjцblom]

Open your arms
And let me sleep here
Say you will stay with me
Until the end
Iґm struck down by the though of losing you
Around every corner
In every shadow I see your face
Itґs getting harder to believe in pain
Every single day will be born again
Will you follow me ґtill the end of the time
Weґre isolated in a perfect universe
There is no right or wrong
Thereґs only us
No thirst or hunger
ґCos we are one
Test my innocence
Is it true
Forgive me, my darling
ґCos Iґm struck down by the though of losing you


6. Wait

Morning breeze wonґt bring much hope
Two years gone, it hurts me still
I canґt fight this guilt inside
It feel so cold, how can I hide?
I know youґre still waiting there
I see you everywhere
For it you donґt come back
Itґs a world without a wonder
Oh, If youґd be here with me...
Sometimes I feel alright
But I could never live without you
If thereґs a heaven, then this must be hell
Itґs there years now and still it hurts
On broken streets of Gothamburg
I feel that youґre still waiting here
Canґt see you anywhere
Everyday without you
Without you, babe
And everyday itґs you
I know you ainґt waiting there
ґCause Gothamburg is everywhere
Iґve learnt to fight this guilt inside
I feel so old, Iґve lost my sight
There is nothing left for me
No place from where to leave


7. The Blue Lady Suite

[Instrumental]


8. Break-A-Neck

[Vocals: Taneli Kiljunen, French accent: Rasmus Nora]

Crawlinґ through the ruts and puddles of Gothamburg
With an empty wallet and a broken jaw
It was a bunch of Cuban fucks who beat me to the ground
I swear that I wonґt rest until
Their wanton souls are circumcised
On the way back home
Jimmy black on the phone
"I found your girl from the red light zone,
She ainґt a pretty sigh no more.
I think that you should come here,
And check that things are right.
This chick just might bail out"
Stuff her in the trunk, I say
She ainґt no good alive
We can sell her spleen to the rich american
With her shoelace necklace
Sheґs the strangle fruit from the apple tree
But now as strange as the red room
Where lady day sings the blues
Her vocal tract slit open
She says: "Hey, what-the-heck, go break-a-neck"


9. Bite The Bullet

[Spoken verses: Pitsa R. Tekken Jr, Spoken Outro: Rasmus Nora]

Well, we could let it slip away
We could forget about
That foolish summer night
But if you still betray
My trust another day
I swear that you wonґt live
To feel the winterґs chill
Next time you wonґt obey
I cannot let it slip away
My blood will start to boil
And yous bled to the soil
I stand forever locked in a cage
And I canґt lose my rage
ґTil you come crawling back to me
And weґd stray through the night
I can wait until the sun comes up
And still retrieve
And weґd stray through the night
I donґt believe a word you say
I have to ask myself
How could it end this way?
You was filthy
And craved to get clean
Sure, Iґll provide you with that sweet honey beer
Iґll drug your cute little ass
With some eye-drops in your bloody Mary
Babe, this ainґt no love on the rocks with no ice
So roll the dice, beautiful
ґCos this just might be your lucky day...
The acid highway glows distant smile
Wrong directions and a dead end trail
I hate your guts
But otherwise youґre fine
Can you feel the posion moving
Can you feel it, baby?
Is nearly there


10. Smoke On The Water

[Deep Purple cover]

We all came out to montreux
On the lake geneva shoreline
To make records with a mobile
We didn't have much time
Frank zappa and the mothers
Were at the best place around
But some stupid with a flare gun
Burned the place to the ground
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
They burned down the gambling house
It died with an awful sound
Funky claude was running in and out
Pulling kids out the ground
When it all was over
We had to find another place
But swiss time was running out
It seemed that we would lose the race
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky
We ended up at the grand hotel
It was empty cold and bare
But with the rolling truck stones thing just outside
Making our music there
With a few red lights and a few old beds
We make a place to sweat
No matter what we get out of this
I know we'll never forget
Smoke on the water, fire in the sky


11. Night Crawler

[Bonus Track]

[Glenn Tipton, Rob Halford & K.K. Downing]

Howling winds keep screaming round
And the rain comes pouring down
Doors are locked and bolted now
As the thing crawls into town
Straight out of hell
One of a kind
Stalking his victim
Don't look behind you
Nightcrawler
Beware the beast in black
Nightcrawler
You know he's coming back
Night Crawler
Sanctuary is being sought
Whispered prayers a last resort
Homing in its' cry distorts
Terror struck they know they're caught
Straight out of hell
One of a kind
Stalking his victim
Don't look behind you
Nightcrawler
Beware the beast in black
Nightcrawler
You know he's coming back
Night Crawler
As night is falling
The end is drawing near
They'll hear
Their last rites echo on the wind
Huddled in the cellar
Fear caught in their eyes
Daring not to move or breathe
As the creature cries
Fingernails start scratching
On the outside wall
Clawing at the windows
"Come to me" it calls
Atmosphere's electric
As it now descend the stairs
Hiding in the darkness
Is so futile from its glare
Death comes in an instant
As they hoped it would
Souls ascend to heaven
While it feasts on flesh and blood