My shoes are heavy
My feet are winding down
I look for her in comers
But she's not around
What I eat is eating me
It hits me hard
I'm one jack short of a royal flush
A stranger holds the card

Here come the salvation in the shape of my guitar
And I'm gonna ride it like a shooting star

I don't want your money
I don't want your soul
I don't need a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up

Mother Mercy told me
A picture never lies
She told me no self respecting hero
Ever cries
The prisoner walks in circles
The victim walks alone
Scissors cut the paper
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The paper wraps the stone

Standing at the entrance to the gates of paradise
The lights go down the heat goes up that's when I cry

I don't want your money
I don't want your soul
I don't a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up

I put my faith in fortune reaching for the sky
The only game in town that gets me high

I don't want your money
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I don't want your soul
I just want to get right down and lick it up
I don't need a reason
I just want to get right down and lick it up

Songwriter(s): Ian Gillan, Ritchie Blackmore, Roger David Glover
Copyright: Rugged Music Ltd., Blackmore Music Ltd., Dislocated Music Ltd.
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