Michael Schenker Fest - Sangria Morte

Lyrics to Sangria Morte by Michael Schenker Fest

[Feat. Joe Lynn Turner] Riding through the desert sand Bet you got a crime in mind When the sun is high and you sweat to death Man you're not the loving kind Train is slowly approaching Through the Texican heat Sangria Morte You'll go down with a bang Sangria Morte That's the place where you'll hang Sangria Morte It was one soul too much Sangria Morte This ain't your city of luck A burning sky without a sound Sense tension in the air Empty faced with frightened eyes As they come from everywhere Train arrives - it's your showdown Headhunters will take care Sangria Morte You'll go down with a bang Sangria Morte That's the place where you'll hang Sangria Morte It was one soul too much Sangria Morte This ain't your city of luck May guns speak fire Let bullets fly No one's coming out alive Show no mercy for the damned It's just a name that will survive Train is slowly rollin' Into the oncoming night Sangria Morte You'll go down with a bang Sangria Morte That's the place where you'll hang Sangria Morte It was one soul too much Sangria Morte This ain't your city of luck