Now its time to sleep,. this is my sleepin' song.. I hear it in my ears every week,. it just goes on and on.. . Yes, now you close your eyes,. a hero you'll become before tomorrow comes..
Oh come on, lay your halo down. Well angels, lay your arms around. Now every city's seen the setting sun. Call 'em kicks, you know they just begun. So come on, lay your halo down.
Choking on nails as the spike is hammered in. Pine boxes pile up we're sick from the stench. Exploding on contact is our fat skin. Choking on nails. .
When you finally become a mute. While a sad song plays. You lie helpless and lost. Infected by the truth. . That was fabricated by you. Your image shattered.
Your make up is smeared down your face. From all the tears you cried as you left me. Now waking up alone is harder then you ever believed. Now your back again You did just damage us.
Shots ring out like a bell. As they're running away from the scene. The sweat leaking down to my pillow. Makes it so much harder and harder to sleep. .
If you could burn it out. Like a tick buried in your hide. If you could tear it out. Like a thorn stuck in your side. Then you can bet that I. Don't want to look at what you find.
Chaos. Hysteria. Madness Millennial,. Men like flies in every corner.. Hell-on-Earth and End-of-Time. These times and these places must be all wrong. It's too damn hot or too damn cold, we must get out -.
They try to fuck us.... They always did.... They try to break us.... They never will.... . You thought me dead, boe!. Well I'm alive.... . They try to sweep us from the face of the earth.
[Jarva et al.]. . The ROAD is LONG. For it's got NO END.. The sand is BURNING and the river's DRY.. The NIGHT is LONG when my guiding light. Is DYING OUT in the FREEZING cold..
Dog-gone soul is better off dead now. Hear my words and hang your heads down. Flames are growin' higher, higher.... We're caught down in a ring of fire....
Could have been anyone could have been a woman or a man. Must have swept her away made her forget who I am. Could have been anyone could have slipped me a drug.
Switch the children, watch the women scream. Listen to the big machine. Switch the children, watch the women scream. Listen to the big machine. . Let's have a party, let's get some fireworks.
(Waylon Jennings). . Lord it's the same old thing. Fiddle and guitar. Where do we take it from here?. Rhinestone suits new shiny car. It's been the same way for years.
(Clint Black/Jerry Williams/David Bellamy). . In a world of confusion I follow my heart. Beyond all my shadows of doubt. Way past the illusions a true work of art.
I think of your room. I think of you there. I think of you dragging. Your body upstairs. With your bed and your chair. And your stale perfume. Never knew anybody.
Now I'm not talking tough, telling the truth ought to be enough. I've had my share on the darker side. Sitting and starring at a TV screen, racking my brain over all the things.
Tiny peices of my heart. Like confetti everywhere. Hidden sorrows in the dark. You can feel it in the air. The spotlight finds me. I can no longer hide my frown.
On a barstool like a damn fool. Hoping she won't think I'm to much older. Just another come on line. To a girl like you in a place like this. And on the dance floor wanting so much more.