I had this dream America. Was always a very special place. Heroes of the great Wild West. Wild Bill Hickock and the rest. The romantic on a wreckless chase.
I'm saying the people in this town have to be locked up. All of 'em. We have to leave and these people have to be locked up. D'ya know what I mean?. .
Tell me you don't sleep at night, I know. Because of how things have been. And tell me how you just don't trust your life to someone. Don't trust that love can win.
I'm so tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of waiting for you. I'm so tired. . Tired of waiting. Tired of waiting for you. I was a lonely soul. I had nobody till I met you.
The natives are getting restless in the tropical heat. Work in scarce and children play while the dogs fight in the street. And in the hotels all the tourists dine on local fare.
When the heat stops you sleeping at night. And the dead leaves rustle around. And the calmness keeps you awake. And you pace around the room. . That's the zombie in you manifesting itself.
Every time I hear that lonesome train. Roll down the track. Going away to unknown destinations. . I believe there's someone out there. Making the great escape, just moving on.
You danced and partied at the Mardi Gras. Threw back all the beads at the parade. Fake worlds and logos in the shopping mall. Where you came from. Everything seemed the same the whole world now.
Are you going on Thanksgiving Day. To those family celebrations?. Passing on knowledge down through the years. At the gathering of generations. . Every year it's the same routine.
A conscience keeps burning; fiery hell in. Your mind - transgression, deception, personal. Thought crime. Led into temptation, continuance sin. Punishment time, punish the mind.
I'm turning, turning away. Cycling from this world. I'm turning, changing perspective. On towards new forms. . I've been fading, fading away. Getting in touch with finality.
Saw Him In January. . Sizeable Arms. Killer Instincts. Same Sense Giggle. . Killer Instincts. . Same As Usual. . But That Was Before Mexico. . Stretched Out On A Slab Of Dry Ice.
Alright. . Seeing their children, caught up in the latest fad. Their parents are worried thinking they've gone bad. Every thing's the same, nothing has changed.
Lights shine from the burning faces. I don't care if it blinds me shadows gesture me. For panic but there's never anywhere to flattered. From media sized rages never to miss the wicked ways.
Watch out!. The part you play is a cop-out.. Shut out!. Authority's been shut down.. Clamped down!. Conditioned so you're held down.. Chill out let rule again to lash out..
I'm worried 'bout the future, future, and fuckin' with that passion, baby.. I'm worried 'bout the future, future, future, future.... . Ain't got no money for the nice things, I barely got enough for rent..
Always thought that I was special. Different from my old thing. I knew that I was something. . You know I always had this feeling. I was gonna be the only.
Oh, hey, baby, baby, yeah. Take me, you're the only one that I wanna know. And I promise you, girl, I promise you. To love you as if your heart were my own.