About the time I'm eight years old. I met the devil, kept my soul. Walkin' out on lakes of fire and I'm gone. Walkin' in a wonderland. And I don't really understand. The place I'm comin' to right
Mr. Recordman, do you know who I am?. Mr. Recordman, do you really think I can? I've taken a likin' to your game. I think we all, we feel the same. Is this a dream or is it real?. You say you wa