To The Gills Songtext
von Moonraker

You′ll have to pry my cold, dead hands from this wagon
When the wheels fall off then we'll just have to drag it

Through the desert, the snow, through the street
Any way that you feel
Mama rock me to sleep
Under the oak tree
Under lock and key
Under my feet
A 24 karat gleam

Do electric sheep dream of alchemy?
Will this iron mask help my iron deficiency?

Keep the pace
Keep your heart on fire
Keep up the chase
Keep your hand on the lighter
They can′t see in your lane
They're all wearing blinders
So shoot straight
Shoot out their tires


So we rode a few times over the horizon
'Til the wheels fell off
′Til we fell off the wagon
Not a penny to our name
Not a cricket to our soul
Set the GPS to avoid the high road
Drink to the gills and fire at will
If you get yourself killed leave me the rest in your will
Then I′ll drink to the gills and when I've had my fill
I′ll push your wheel-less wagon to the end of the trail

Keep the pace
Keep your heart on fire
Keep up the chase
Keep your hand on the lighter
They can't see in your lane
They′re all wearing blinders
So shoot straight
Shoot out their tires

You'll have to pry my cold, dead hands from this wagon
When the wheels fall off then we′ll just have to drag it