Its Black below.
And red above.
A Tokyo bomb.
Weighing a tonne.
In nineteen-ninety.
Setting sun.
A new day.
My head is numb.
From the same old songs,
The radio plays.
A man with no name.
Walked in to town one day.
A man with no place.
Washed himself of the weight.
Two track spinner.
Four on the floor.
The light gets dimmer.
When you open the door.
‘Cos you’re riding a winner.
And you’re free from thought.
One by one.
One at a time.
You’re changing down.
And flying high.
‘Cos you’re torn at the seems.
And too bright to shine.
A man with no name.
Walked in to town one day.
A man with no place.
Washed himself of the weight.
A man with a taste.
Put up a chase.
A man with no face.
Ran his own race.
The surprisingly comical new video from roaring metal group Red Fang is a tip of the hat to the original “Predator.” Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 12, 2016