Sabbath Bloody Sabbath, 1973

You've seen life through distorted eyes
You know you had to learn
The execution of your mind
You really had to turn
The race is run the book is read
The end begins to show
The truth is out, the lies are old
But you don't want to know

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies

The people who have crippled you
You want to see them burn
The gates of life have closed on you
And there's just no return
You're wishing that the hands of doom
Could take your mind away
And you don't care if you don't see again
The light of day

Nobody will ever let you know
When you ask the reasons why
They just tell you that you're on your own
Fill your head all full of lies

Where can you run to
What more can you do
No more tomorrow
Life is killing you
Dreams turn to nightmares
Heaven turns to hell
Burned out confusion
Nothing more to tell

Everything around you
What's it coming to
God knows as your dog knows
Bog blast all of you
Sabbath, Bloody Sabbath
Nothing more to do
Living just for dying
Dying just for you



Black Sabbath was my first musical love in life. I'll never forget one of my friends breaking out an old vinyl and it was on from there. I was an Ozzy freak way back in the day. I remember everyone tripping because I'd write his name on my fingers... asking about bats and stage antics. Yes, today Ozzy is mainstream (ugh!!!!)... but then... no one understood him... he was an outsider... he was a freak... especially to these Mississippi fake ass Christians. He was my social outcry... and I loved it. I used to carry a lapel pin in my pocket at all times... it had "The Ultimate Sin" cover on it (Ozzy head with a demon body... and a bad ass bitch in all black who was lifted up in glorious power). In my sick twisted mind, I swear that Ozzy raised me. I even called him my father. And every time I feel sad and blue, it's him I look to. No other Book can make me understand... Thank You Ozzy... Just for being you.
You know, in times of need are when you find out who your true friends are. And if it weren't for about 10 people in my life today... I really would have lost my mind behind my recent break-up. I guess I'm to gullable. I believe in love. I think I believed to much. Or just wanted it too much... Well, lessons learned... anyway... This Hopeless Romantic is done rambling...
I hope you find your Ozzy and your True frinds... they make life worth living.