Black Head
Lyric by S. Rehbein

Ordinary life means walk the line
Day by day and all along night too
Never to run riot, and if it did
Seek the right place for out breaking

Feels so great, the feeling of control
Imagined power to holding the will
The good looking piece of decency
In the body enveloped with leather

Black in the head tortured my soul
Black in the head to be as you

Keep up the pretence of discipline
To be the great real opposition

Maverick reputation is the holy law
In a gregarious naughty art of living