Thunderball

Thunderball. Music: Alexander Strandell Text: Alexander Strandell

Drinking white and running fast, I'm on to you, ill see you soon at last.

Our broken past. Time is running out for you, Ill sense all the since of broken hearts.

It was the game from the start.

So here we stand. You can't define what's wrong or right.

Fight, its your pleasure.

So now I hit you like a thunderball, I make sure that you will feel it all.

Even if you try to hide, you'l soon will pay the price.

So now I hit you like a thunderball, don't you think that Im believable.

You promised me the words of life, but played me with your lies.

So I will hit, hit you with a thunderball.

You think your way is to be strong, to play us all like puppets you control.

It was lives that you stole. So I can never let you win, one though of you is crawling into my skin.

Because you are my Harley Quinn.