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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Iggy Pop
Iggy Pop
Vocals
Ivan de Prume
Ivan de Prume
Drums
Rob Zombie
Rob Zombie
Vocals
Sean Yseult
Sean Yseult
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Yuenger
Jay Yuenger
Songwriter
Shauna Reynolds
Shauna Reynolds
Songwriter
Rob Zombie
Rob Zombie
Songwriter
Ivan de Prume
Ivan de Prume
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
David Carpenter
David Carpenter
Assistant Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Gripping the wheel, his knuckles went white with desire)
(The wheels of his Mustang exploding on the highway like a slug from a .45)
(True death: 400hp of maximum performance piercing the night)
(This is Black Sunshine)
[Verse 2]
Yeah! Move me in the silence, Baltic motorway
Hang me on the edge before I fall away
Apocalypse is dawnin' actions on the mile
A "can-do" revolution, earth to the river (Nile)
[Verse 3]
Sweet'n the ride, Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah
Sweet'n the ride, yeah, Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yow!
[Verse 4]
Yeah! Cry a river "cosmic" moon in Scorpio
Feel her body "breathe" acid radio
Tell me that you like it, when I'm going down
Tell me that you like it, move to the speed of (Sound)
[Verse 5]
Sweet'n the ride, Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah
Sweet'n the ride, yeah, Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yow!
[Verse 6]
Slide into, I said a "44" cool heart can a hypnotize
Dream into infinity, I turned the love to lies
Crawl across the water, wave and sink into the sea
Reflect'n on to everything, that you can never be
Check-out!!
[Verse 7]
Yeah! To the Devil a daughter comes
Two thousand worlds away, yeah
Born to lose the love you choose
Destroy another day
Check-out!!
[Verse 8]
Yeah! Sweet'n the ride, Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yeah
Sweet'n the ride, yeah, Black Sunshine
Sweet'n the ride, yow!
[Verse 9]
Stare into the TV, kiss off the pain
Wonderland is falling, no sing, no rain
Momentary damage into the high
Drift me to the circuit sky
[Verse 10]
(Finally, nothing moves)
(High noon—Blacktop rolling below the asphalt drive)
(A concrete fascination scraping the edge of nothing)
(This is Black Sunshine)
Written by: White Zombie
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