Thousand Foot Krutch ☆ I See Red

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Custard Pie
(Page/Plant)

Drop down, baby, let your daddy see.
Drop down, mama, just dream of me
Well, my mama allow me to fool around all night long
Well, I may look like I’m crazy, I should know right from wrong
See me comin’, throw your man out the door
Ain’t no stranger, been this way before
See me comin’, mama, throw your man out the door
I ain’t no stranger, I been this way before.

Put on your night shirt and your morning gown
You know by night I’m gonna shake ’em down
Put on your night shirt Mama, and your morning gown
Well, you know by night I’m gonna shake ’em down
Your custard pie, yeah, sweet and nice
When you cut it, mama, save me a slice
Your custard pie, I declare, it’s sweet and nice
I Like your custard pie
When you cut it, mama… mama, please save me a slice.

Save me a slice of your custard pie.
Drop down
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The Rover
(Page/Plant)

I’ve been to London, seen seven wonders. I know to trip is just to fall
I used to rock it, sometimes I’d roll it. I always knew what it was for.

There can be no denyin’ that the wind ‘ll shake ’em down
And the flat world’s flyin’. There’s a new plague on the land

If we could just join hands (X3)

Traversed the planet when heaven sent me. I saw the kings who rule them all
Still by the firelight and purple moonlight. I hear the rested rivers call
And the wind is crying, from a love that won’t grow cold
My lover, she is lying, on the dark side of the globe

If we could just join hands (X3)

You got me rockin’ when I ought to be a-rollin’
Darlin’, tell me, darlin’, which way to go
You keep me rockin’, baby, then you keep me stolen
Won’t you tell me, darlin’, which way to go… that’s right

Oh how I wonder, oh how I worry and I would dearly like to know
I’ve all this wonder of earthly plunder will it leave us anything to show

And our time is flyin’ see the candle burnin’ low
Is the new world rising, from the shambles of the old

If we could just join hands.

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In My Time Of Dying
(Bonham/Jones/Page/Plant)

In my time of dying, want nobody to mourn
All I want for you to do is take my body home

Well, well, well, so I can die easy (X2)

Jesus, gonna make up my dyin’ bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair

Well, well, well, so I can die easy (X2)

Jesus, gonna make up.. somebody, somebody…
Jesus gonna make up… Jesus gonna make you my dyin’ bed

Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven… Won’t you let me in
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong

Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.

I’ve only been this young once. I never thought I’d do anybody no wrong
No, not once.

Oh, I did somebody some good. Somebody some good…
Oh, did somebody some good. I must have did somebody some good…

And I see them in the streets
And I see them in the field
And I hear them shouting under my feet
And I know it’s got to be real
Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I’ve done
You can deliver me, Lord
I only wanted to have some fun.

Hear the angels marchin’, hear the’ marchin’, hear them marchin’,
hear them marchin’, the’ marchin’

Oh my Jesus… (repeat)

Oh, don’t you make it my dyin’, dyin’, dyin’…

(Studio Chatter: "That’s gonna be the one, isn’t it? "
"Come have a listen, then. "
Oh yes, thank you.")

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Houses Of The Holy
(Page/Plant)

Let me take you to the movies. Can I take you to the show
Let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow

From the houses of the holy, we can watch the white doves go
From the door comes Satan’s daughter, and it only goes to show. You know.

There’s an angel on my shoulder, In my hand a sword of gold
Let me wander in your garden. And the seeds of love I’ll sow. You know.

So the world is spinning faster. Are you dizzy when you’re stoned
Let the music be your master. Will you heed the master’s call
Oh… Satan and man.

Said there ain’t no use in crying. Cause it will only, only drive you mad
Does it hurt to hear them lying? Was this the only world you had? Oh-oh

So let me take you, take you to the movie. Can I take you, baby, to the show.
Why don’t you let me be yours ever truly. Can I make your garden grow
You know.

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Trampled Underfoot
(Jones/Page/Plant)

Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain’t no sin

Talkin’ ’bout love (X3)

Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil’s flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all

Talkin’ ’bout love (X3)

Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I’ve got the perfect tools

Talkin’ ’bout love (X3)

A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes

Talkin’ ’bout love (X3)

Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it’s a perfect size

Talkin’ ’bout love (X3)