okay, the lyrics to Bat Out of Hell came to mind... Poor Max. He's not a toy!
Like a bat out of hell
Ill be gone when the morning comes
When the night is over
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone
Like a bat out of hell Ill be gone when the morning comes
But when the day is done
And the sun goes down
And the moonlights shining through
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you
Then like a sinner before the gates of heaven
Ill come crawling on back to you