Wings of the Storm

I was born under a bad sign
The reason for a living on my own
The people pulled their guns and sticking out their tongues
The world were in gets weirder every day
Escaping from the madness
Hear me scream and shout
Get rid of the devil
That what it’s all about
Fly, eagle fly
Far away
On the wings of the storm
Fly, eagle fly
Over the mountains
On the wings of the storm
I was hoping for a change
With lots of things ready to arrange
Rats run down the alley, bad smells in the air
Every day more reasons to despair
Escaping from the madness
Hear me scream and shout
Get rid of the devil
That what it’s all about
Fly, eagle fly
Far away
On the wings of the storm
Fly, eagle fly
Over the mountains
On the wings of the storm