Текст Suzi Quatro – I Walk On Gilded Splinters

Some people think they jive me
But I know they must be crazy
Don’t see their misfortune
Guess they just too lazy

J’suis le grand zombie
My yellow belt of choison
Ain’t afraid of Tom cat
Fill my brains with poison

Walk through the fire
Fly through the smoke
See my enemy
At the end of the rope

Walk on pins and needles
See what they can do
Walk on gilded splinters
I’m the king of the Zulu

Come killy, killy, come, come
Walk on gilded splinters

‘Til I burn up, ’til I burn up

I rolled out my coffin
Drink poison in my chalice
And pride begins to fade
And you all can feel my malice

Put gris-gris on your doorstep
Soon you’ll be in the gutter
Melt your heart like butter
A-a-and I can make you stutter

Come killy, killy, come, come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come killy, killy, come, come

‘Til I burn up, ’til I burn up

Come killy, killy, come, come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come killy, killy, come, come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come killy, killy, come, come
Walk on gilded splinters
Come killy, killy, come, come
Walk on gilded splinters

‘Til I burn up, ’til I burn up

Walk on gilded splinters
Walk on gilded splinters
Walk on gilded splinters
Walk on gilded splinters
Walk on gilded splinters
Walk on gilded splinters