A former member of Alice Cooper's band, bassist Kip Winger formed his own group in 1986; in addition to vocalist/bassist Winger, the group featured lead guitarist Reb Beach, guitarist/keyboardist Paul Taylor, and drummer Rod Morgenstein, formerly of the Dixie Dregs. Taking its name from its leader, Winger specialized in the stylish hard rock that sent Bon Jovi and Poison to the top of the charts. The band's eponymous debut sold over a million copies on the strength of the rocker "Seventeen" and the ballad "Headed for a Heartbreak." Winger's second album, 1990's In the Heart of the Young, was equally successful, selling over a million copies and featuring the hit power-ballad "Miles Away." However, the band didn't outlast the grunge trend and the group faded away after the release of its 1993 album Pull. Kip Winger launched a solo career at the tail end of the '90s. In early 2006, the "Pull" 1993 line-up reunited, along with a fifth member on keyboards.
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In For The Kill Lyrics

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Times are changin'
We'd best beware
The world is in the electric chair
The state holds out its loving cup
Singing power to the people
But their power's corrupt
Burning crosses and secretly
Carry swastikas and M 16s
Nevermind the pages of history
It just keeps repeating, keeps
repeating
It's always the same
Seems like nothing will ever change
We pay to wear the blindfold
But look out
'Cos they're movin'
In for the kill
In for the kill
Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs
to slaughter
Just for the thrill
Good things come to those who wait
good advice just a bit too late
Any chance for trust went up in smoke
When a preacher's lust was sponsored
by coke
Day after day
It's always the same
We pay to wear the blindfold
Baby look out
'Cos they're movin'
In for the kill
In for the kill
Disbelievers drink the poisonwater
Time stands still
Don't fill my eyes, fill my head
Till I'm overloaded
You talk and you talk and you talk
But I don't hear anything
Times are changin'
There ain't no cure
It's a wasteland
One thing's for sure
Ain't no gold to grind the axe
So keep your fingers crossed
While you're crossin' the tracks
'Cos good blind faith ain't
good enough
Baby's heat crumbled to dust
Hooray for the Outlaw
Keeps movin'
In for the kill
In for the kill
Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs
to slaughter
Just for the thrill
Don't fill my eyes, fill my head
Till I'm overloaded
You talk and you talk
You know I don't hear it anymore
But you keep on movin'
In for the kill
In for the kill
Yankee Doodle leadin' lambs
to slaughter
Just for the thrill
My word's no good, it's
not enough