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Kil' Roy
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This man is a monster, probably born to lose. One day he does a jailbreak, and a dream come trough. Sadly just for twenty- four hours. I think that even himself doesn’t know how dangerous he is.
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Rock • Rock General
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Peak #256
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Ola Forsberg
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November 26, 2003
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MP3 5.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
The motivation for this song was just to write a new song, and after a little bit of trouble with the gouverments it gave me the inspiration. The lyrics is about a man I learned to know before I wrote this song, who has been in jail for nearly all of his life! The song is not written "ABOUT" him, he just gave me some inspiration. It was written over a night in my music room and cellar. Recorded live in the studio in Mo i Rana, Norway during the easter of -98. Mixed by Simon Ådahl & produced by Johan Bakke at FS-huset in Gävle, Sweden in april 2000. Additional musicians on this song, Tommy Forsberg: Bass guitar.
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Songs & lyrics: Ola Forsberg. !995-03-24 Kil'Roy. Twenty years in a sick jail-state. Your only dream is to escape. You never get a chans to take. But, still remember, it' s never to late. All you fell is hate and hate. But, soon it will be great so great. You're in jail for what you have done. But that can' t be fun. You' ve never seen the sun. And you' ve never have some fun. All I need is a knife or a gun. Then they have to run and run. Ref. Payday is my day. Shoot you what ever you say. Down on the floor you will lay. Yeah, payday is my day, and my way is your way. It' s playday. Your partners planned a rescue. Freedom they will bring to you. So nervous that you have to spew. We' re louded, louded, louded. Talk about an inside job. You have to smash and grab and rob. Ref. Instr. Solo. Someone to the cops have told. For a fifty- dollar bill you' re sold. We move out on the road. And we met the flying squad. So, nothing can stop the law. Nothing you heard and nothing you saw. Now, the cops have stopped the thrill. Guess who' s gonna pay the bill. A crowd of people want bloodspill. Yeah, blow great guns and kill and kill. With lead we eachother filled. Into the bloodbath begin to still. Everyone except you gets killed. Jail again until your until your life is lived. Ref.
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