Letra de Dead Man's Hand (Single Version) - Mot�rhead
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Standin' in the ruins of the stone cold march
Lost in the wasted lands
Prison, all alone, in my cage of bones
Castles made of sand
Cry me a river, scream out loud
Thunder dreaming in the endless crowd
Hey, hey, hey, waitin' for the marching band
Hey, hey, that means the devil will pay
Can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
Oh no
Standin' at the station, lookin' down the track
Waiting for the Thunderchief
Black clouds flyin' in the blood red sky
Broken up the reef
Terminal station with down dead trains
I turn my face to the poison rain
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Hey, hey, hey, waitin' for the marching band
Hey, hey, that means the devil will pay
Can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
Waitin' at the border with a pirate flag
See the sky turn black
Cold dead moan while you turn these screws
And roses at my back
Stars turn ashes, blood red sun
Their faces gloat and the race is run
Hey, hey, hey, waitin' for the marching band
Hey, hey, that means the devil will pay
Can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
You can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
No, no, no, no
Lost in the wasted lands
Prison, all alone, in my cage of bones
Castles made of sand
Cry me a river, scream out loud
Thunder dreaming in the endless crowd
Hey, hey, hey, waitin' for the marching band
Hey, hey, that means the devil will pay
Can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
Oh no
Standin' at the station, lookin' down the track
Waiting for the Thunderchief
Black clouds flyin' in the blood red sky
Broken up the reef
Terminal station with down dead trains
I turn my face to the poison rain
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Hey, hey, hey, waitin' for the marching band
Hey, hey, that means the devil will pay
Can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
Waitin' at the border with a pirate flag
See the sky turn black
Cold dead moan while you turn these screws
And roses at my back
Stars turn ashes, blood red sun
Their faces gloat and the race is run
Hey, hey, hey, waitin' for the marching band
Hey, hey, that means the devil will pay
Can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
You can't beat the devil with the dead man's hand
No, no, no, no