There's a black cloud over this house. That's been around for 3 years now. There's a thunderstorm inside. And it won't go away. . That's why they call it a union.
There's a black cloud over this house. That's been around for 3 years now. There's a thunderstorm inside. And it won't go away. . That's why they call it a union.
Each time we have a quarrel, it almost breaks my heart. Cause I'm so afraid that we will have to part. Each night I ask the stars up above. Why must I be a teenager in love?.
Trying hard to remember your voice. it seems so faraway. all choked up by the heat and the dust. it seems so faraway. I'm gonna give you a call, from this.
I go to sleep, before. The devil wakes. And I wake up, before. The angels take. . All my worldly desires. All my yardsticks of fear. . All my secrets untold.
I'm the nightwatchman and nothing gets behind my back. Work out at the goldmine in a tin can shack. Don't come up behind cause I won't be mincing my words.
Down here everyone says that the river people don't really belong here.. I know what it's like to be a stranger and divide a town beside a frontier.. People want your business and little more.
well the fog's rollin' thick in the trees. and the fire burns deep in the hole. my conscience a wound with no salve. it betrays me wherever I go. said the best way a man can go down.
Well I'm going away to leave you. And I'm going away for a while. Well, I'm coming back to you someday. When I've gone ten thousand miles. . Where the storms are on the ocean.
Knock yourself. And knock again. Roll it all into your hand. And let it spin. There's a wind blowin' hell. From the bottom of the well. Let it fall. Below the belt.
Liars left their roost last night. I heard it from some talkshow host. Fangs and venom working hard. In simulcast from coast to coast. Hey ho, 'round we go.
I don't care how long it might last. don't care anymore. don't care about that. I don't care how long it might take. I'm still wide awake. out walkin' late.
Last time that I saw you, you were on the killing floor. Last time that I saw you, all the tears had turned to clay. . Still I haven't panicked, come and pull the stitches tight.
Gettin' stupid ... crooked feet. A pinball on ... Scott Walker Street. Gettin' stupid ... in a bar. Not goin' home ... til the band plays "Superstar".
Lose your coat and roll your sleeves. This is demolition time. Inventions full of spit and blood. With blinders for the faint of heart. Fortune's ashes crowd this map.