On the hunt, tearing up the night, we're a motley crue.. Leather jacket and wayfarers on. Raw denim and boots.. Limousine waiting for me. We don't pay and the lines don't mean shit to me..
Here's a little story how the west was won. They wound up killing every little engine. They used dirty blankets and they used machine guns. And they didn't think twice about what they'd done.
Hey Mr. Dancing, my drink is on a short leash. My mouth is a cold sore display case. Here's a tip, you could take a lot of abuse. If you exchange your skin for leather.
I hear a distant whisper that is inside my dreams. from a place that is so far away.. Beautiful mountain majesties, in fields of honey and cream,. flying off on angels wings for another day,.
oh, to tell the truth,. i'm a bit of a wreck. thinkin' about those hands. around the back of my neck. . and, to say what i feel,. i miss what we were.
today i'll give up on you,. cause holding on to hope is something that seems hard to do.. nowadays hopelessness and i make a great team, we see eye to eye..
I was looking for you when I first heard the sirens. The ambulances filled the streets. The masses screamed and called for help. You were no where next to me.
On to Gallup, on to San Antonio. It was in Phoenix, yeah, I was on the radio. Ah hi hi ah hi hi Abilene. . When you know, yeah. You know that your lies are talking.
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain. Too much love drives a man insane. You broke my will, but what a thrill. Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire.
There's a nail in the door and there's glass on the lawn. Tacks on the floor and the TV is on. And I always sleep with my guns when you're gone. . There's a blade by the bed and a phone in my hand.
You've gone too far, I'm on my way. You can tell the concierge. To bring around my car, you've gone too far. . You've said too much, things you shouldn't say.
You've gone too far. I'm on my way. You can tell the concierge. To bring around my car. You've gone too far. . You said too much. Things you shouldn't say.
Everyone living in ghost town. Everyone buried in waste land. We don't want to. We don't have to be like that. Living in ghost town. . All the boys shout it out loud now.
One more year where it just keeps you guessing. I can't forget any valuable lessons. We were all the way out trying to find a way home. . But you can't forget when you know what you're missing.
With limbs made of metal. Working loom and pedal. Puppeteering all my actions by it's strings. Creator of commotion. Guiding all emotion. It is no longer calling reason it's king.
I've written letters to you on whitest paper,. But they all return to me a pale brown,. And I've tried to stand up to it,. But it all seemed kinda useless,.
My brother stands at the end of the line. My children at the breaking wall. The clouds is opening over the earth. The palms a dark and waving wall. And we call back to the old familiar life.
West of the fields. Or out on the lam. Riding a calm between rages. Anchored in rust. Erasing the wilderness. Chasing an alien feeling. . Are you suddenly blind?.
Go jump in the lake. Go ride up the hill. . Get out of this house. . It's a house of your making. It's a house of ill will. . Get out of this house. .