To Be Treated Right_Terry Reid-House of 1000 Corpses

To Be Treated Right_Terry Reid - House of 1000 Corpses Oh we are who we are when in danger And we are as we stand head in hand When a friend brings to light On a cold silver knife You can stare your fate right into his hands Into his nands Oh we are what we are when we'll name to Be the soulowning guardians of lands And there's always advice On a cold winter's night That your dreams are just an island in the sand Way out in the sand Don't it seem so strange How it just don't change Things just stay the same As they've always been Some of us are out to win And some others are out just to aim Out just to aim Oh we are what we are when we're praying In our own way of seeking some light May the mission bell still ring Of the colourful dreams In the faith that everyone will be treated right will be treated right On a cold cold night Will be treated right Hell I hope that everybody Will be treated right yeah Will be treat right On a cold cold cold night Will be treated right