I worked the rigs from three to midnight. On the Corpus Christi Bay. I'd get off and drink till daylight. Sleep the morning away. I had a plan to take my wages.
Let's call this the quiet city:. Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights. Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night. The sides we take divide us from our faith.
With fists raised high in tightened knots. The room explodes and now this blood is on your hands. And there is no time for a second chance. To paint my face with blood and tears and cover up.
5-4-3-2-1 Lets start a fire.. Burn this town from inside out.. Till no ones left alive.. And you can't feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street..
You can't undo the needle's damage. You can't unwalk a line once it's been crossed. This is why we sing such common songs. We live in a common age. Filled with the common rage.
You are my blanked out pages. All the wasted spaces. The old weapons vanished. Spit blood at dawn, closed forever. . You're an ivory icon. Held in glass captive.
I want it I need it I got that change. First I didnt see it now I love that change. And its still the same me only thing I had to do is believe. Now I make that change.
Try to keep my peace, find my place. Speak my piece. But I just got carried away. It seems Ive lost my dreams all I had has changed. Cant deny my needs.
On ne se refait pas. On veut toujours ce qu'on a pas. On veut le velours. On veut la soie. Être moins lourd. Et perdre un peu de poids. . On ne se refait pas.
I've seen some things. you've only seen in your dreams. I've seen some things. you've only seen in your dreams. . I've walked the walk. with never leaving my dreams.
Are you looking. Are you laughing at me. Are you reminiscing. Do you remember me. . Try how I try to keep it inside. Crazy. . You wouldn't talk to me.
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas. It's the time of the year. When all good dreams come true. . I look at all the toys under the Christmas tree. It makes me think about the way things could be.
Im all outta luck but what else could I be?. I know hes yours and he'll never belong to me again.. I did him wrong.. So dont brag,. Keep it to yourself..
The Christmas spirit grows with each new day. And it's so close but seems so far away. And yet it comes only once a year. And 'fore you know it, it's already here.