Avec près de 3000 concerts, plus de 100 millions d'albums vendus c'est un de ces groupes de rock dont on ne se souvient que de leurs balades comme Scorpions
Sitting here wasted and wounded at this old piano Trying hard to capture the moment this morning I don't know 'Cause a bottle of Vodka is still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares I think that she's still in my bed As I dream about movies they won't make of me when I'm dead
With an ironclad fist, I wake up and French kiss the morning While some marching band keeps its own beat in my head while we're talking About all of the things that I long to believe About love and the truth and what you mean to me And the truth is baby you're all that I need
I want to lay you down in a bed of roses For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails Oh I wanna be just as close as The Holy Ghost is And lay you down