Puritan Fist Songtext
von Two Lone Swordsmen

Rico′s living high
On money from the Devil's work
Burn marks on the wall
And his clothes smell of petrol and sweat
Petrol and sweat
Rico′s asking why
Do all my nerves and muscles jerk
Take the pennies from your eyes
The jaded haven't got you yet
Ain't got you yet

With the righteous zeal
Of a former backslider
Who stole the pale horse
Of a revelation rider
I′ll grip and I′ll twist
With my puritan fist
Free you of dangerous desire
Free you of dangerous desire


Billy's dropping by
With messages from Narconon
They have thrown away his wings
But he′s still being pushed out of planes
Pushed out of planes
Billy's asking why
Does all the hurt still linger on
Drop the science fiction talk
No remedy for your pains
Your pains

With the righteous zeal
Of a former backslider
Who stole the pale horse
Of a revelation rider
I′ll grip and I'll twist
With my puritan fist
Free you of dangerous desire
Free you of dangerous desire

Serge is staying dry
In the humid heat of Patten Town
Doesn′t line with silk
Though the cloth hangs like 16 ounce
16 ounce
Serge is asking why
All the hatches must be batoned down
Rubber on your heels
Is not the only way to bounce
B.b.b.b.b.b.Bounce


With the righteous zeal
Of a former backslider
Who stole the pale horse
Of a revelation rider
I'll grip and I'll twist
With my puritan fist
Free you of dangerous desire
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
I grip, I twist
A puritan fist
A grip, twist
Puritan Fist