Slavná anglická hardrocková skupina. Její prazáklad tvořili J. Lord (předtím člen sk. Artwoods, nar. 1941), Chris Curtis (někdejší bubeník sk. Searchers) a R. Blackmore (vl. jm. Richard Harold Blackmore, nar. 1945, předtím člen m.j. Crusaders a...

Píseň: Out of Hand

Interpret:
Deep Purple
Album:
Now What?!
Shiny silver faces, coloured paper falling into their hands.
Never to be seen again it must have been a one night stand.


Up until the dawn I could have sworn that everything was allright.
Thieving bastards stole my life and legged it off into the night.


It's a dirty bussiness it's a dirty game.
Everybody different but they're all the same.
Trey drove you in you hear a siren call.
Build you up so they can see you fall.


You've seen it all before.
Been there since time began.
You know what's comming next.
Everything gets out of hand.


They have god knows what they think that they deserve even more.
Psychopathic tendencies, they have got a lot to answer for.


Scratch my back and I'll stop yours, no wonder it is a universal sickness.


Who are they, you well might ask, come with me and you can be witness.


It's a dirty business it's a crying shame.
You bling your eye and all the laws have changed.
They drouve you in you hear the silent call.
Bild you up so they can see you fall.


You've see it all before.
Been there since time began.
You know what's comming next.
Everything gets out of hand.


It's a dirty bussiness it's a crying shame.
You blink your eye and all the laws have changed.
They say the vulture is a bird of prey.
No-one told me it woud come this way.


You have it all before.
Been there since time began.
You know what's comming next.
Everything...
Everything gets out of Hand.