When I die won't you please feed me. To the lions of the Kalahari?. I don't care if they eat my bones. ?Cause I know I won't be goin? home. . Oh, it's never far away from me.
Take me back to Valhalla. I don't wanna fight with you no more. There was a time I was a warrior. And I knew who I was dying for. She was born in a cemetery.
I heard you cry, cry. To a lonesome lullaby, lullaby. And the only love. Is a lonely love. And now you know why. . While aglow. In dulcet tones. You heard a low,.
Gen'rals gathered in their masses,. Just like witches at black masses. Evil minds that plot destruction,. Sorcerer of death's construction. In the fields the bodies burning,.
All your life you've been slipping and sliding. Trying to find a way. Sun won't shine but now it's your time to pay. There's no turning back as you look.
It's a loaded dice, that you throw this time,. If you turn the Ace, it'll turn out fine,. When you spin the wheel, and you get your call,. South of the line, well the loser gets it all..
You're searching for your mind don't know where to start. Can't find the key to fit the lock on your heart. You think you know but you are never quite sure.
It's complete but obsolete. All tomorrow's become yesterday. In demand but second hand. It's been heard before you even play. . Up to date but came too late.
He's just a loner. He never says hello. A friend to no one. He's got no place to go. . He don't look happy. He look through furtive eyes. He ain't got nothing.
It's a long way to nowhere. And I'm leaving very soon. On the way we pass so close. To the back side of the moon. . Hey join the traveler. If you've got nowhere to go.
It's a long way to nowhere. And I'm leaving very soon. On the way we pass so close. To the back side of the moon. Hey join the traveler if you got nowhere to go.
Just before you die. They say you see your life go flashing by. Cold dark endless nights. To burn in hell or bathe in ever light. . Well I don't wanna live forever.
Well it's a cold world. And I'm in the middle. Caught in the in-between. . I don't belong here. So I'm writing to you. It's wrong here. Where I'm sending you some.
There's a place just south of Witches' Valley. Where they say the wind won't blow. And they only speak in whispers of her name. . There's a lady they say who feeds the darkness.
I'm paralyzed. Just listening to you. Now I am receptive. I know you sleep. So sound every night. And you are deceptive. It always feels good to be right.
In LA sun shine's all the time. You know you might get burned. I haven't found now for a while. The weather here is always warm. . And in the end the sun never rains.
You're so worked up. This torture is paying off. Who's keeping score now?. You let me know before. . How far can you get?. I don't know, I could only guess.
Sondhiem/Curry. . This is the song Tim sang at the S.T.A.G.E. Benefit, 1996.. . The sun comes up, I think about you.. The coffee cup, I think about you..
When I'm alone I roll in my limited hold. When I'm alone I roll and my limit is gone. Well I've been living like its high. Do what my heartbeat warns.