Fatal Desire
© 2008 words and music by Brian S. Cram

A man is a man, strong and kind
Lives by the verdict of his own mind
Walking tall through the streets of town
No evil of man can bring him down
True to himself, unafraid to take a stand
Such is the power, the glory of man
But man must fall, sad but true
One whiff of woman and man is through

The bible tells a story from a long time ago
How Samson was Delilah-whipped or so the story goes
But it weren't no haircut that brought our man down
It was the skill with which that witch twisted his body around
He cried for mercy, then he cried for more
He escaped through an open window, headed right back in the door
He loved her hugs, he loved here kisses and such
Samson weren't her prisoner, he just wanted her too much

Too much a prisoner to too much fatal desire
Want to be strong, but I can't keep my fingers out of the fire
Girl you know the thrill but that kind of thrill can kill in no time

(solo)

Too much a prisoner to too much fatal desire
Well, I want to be strong, but I can't keep my fingers out of the fire
Girl you know the thrill but that kind of thrill can kill in no time


Personnel:
Brian Cram - bass, guitar, vocals
Chris Cram - guitar
Bob Boulding - guitar
Jon Mattox - drums
Adam Wright - percussion
Bob Harrington - percussion

Bob Harrington - engineering (Guinea Pig Sound)
Jon Mattox - engineering (Bright Orange)
Sebastian Sheehan - drum engineering (Bright Orange)