I tried to make a break. What a fool. I should've known I never listen. I'm in a cage. An animal I'm in a cage. . But the reptiles. They won't let me go.
By crookend moon and waining starlight. In the blood-red thickening twilight. I find myself upon a path bathed in gloom. That has no end except the tomb.
(Brian Johnson/Raleigh Planty/Tony Payton). Put on your gloves, put on your shoes. Hit the streets as the daylight fades. A million eyes from windows stare.
Relax close your eyes. And I'll sing you to sleep. And maybe in this melody. I hope you'll find peace. . Fall from the sky. Into the arms of your love.
I'm walking down a dusty road to redemption. A clear path mapped out on a piece of linen. I'm living on a pay of rusted dimes. With a timer counting my time.
Rotten fodder. Crop, failure. . Your mother supressed you when you were a baby. . Hitler's rotten fodder. . Keep your head off of my door. Fill your head with my thoughts.
Thank you for the big sunrise. And all the shapes that luminate. Hardly get to sleep at night. I'm waiting for the rays. . Thank you for the lesson. There's always things to contemplate.
Disturbing the old times, the gift of science. Lots of back washing and sticks of paper. Sticks of paper lighting the way. If you find you don't know where you're going.
They take off their coats and they start to fill the rows. Scene is all laid out, it's what we always dreamed about. . 'Cause you and me have stood the test of time.
Rolling cables slick with beer. To hang up on the broken stands. The houselights lit our injuries. For crowds with plastic cups that clapped. . Beneath our tender sleepy brooms.
Find the airport, 7 a.m.. My heart pumping pure mini-bar. Sit on the concrete by the carts. And some girl throws a dime in my lap. . You won't be laughing when you hear.
I'm lost, I'm afraid. A frayed rope tying down a leaky boat. To the roof of a car on the road in the dark. And it's snowing. . If I'm more, then it means less.
We'll walk around pretending. We're all grown up... Hey rich girl!. Well can you tell me why you're so stuck up?. When you act like you're so down. . I'll tell you everything I know.
we'll walk around pretending. we're all grown up -- hey rich girl. well can you tell me why you're so stuck up?. when you act like you're so down. does paranoia come around.
Now check it. . I'm feeling fine. You're feeling the same. You want it like that. It was a romance. It was a radio. It was a radio. It topped the radio, baby, baby,.
Oh brother hear these times of change keep whistling on the vine. Turn the page and come of age, join this struggle to survive.. The aches and pains, the balls and chains, the only facts that still remains.
I came to see you. But you weren't there. I waited 8 hours. But no one seemed to care. . When all the world is fast asleep. A little devil in my heart creeps.
I get out of bed the same way every day. blurry eyed and waiting for the alarm to sing. sing me into fm radiapathy. numb and tired and perfect for the working day.