I was the first match struck at the first cremation,. You are my shallow grave, I'll tend you as a sexton. If you're the casket door that's being slammed upon me,.
And the dashboard assembled descending height order. Half a decade of father's day, it's another thought for. Another passed on, puppy eyes, nasty reaction.
When I stop drinking I hold my head up high,. and everyone will wonder what I'm thinking!. They'll smile and wave whenever I pass by,. That'll be me you all see when I stop drinking!.
Endless fields of emptiness in my dark and wounded heart. Where is my love?. . The freezing moment when you turned your head and waved goodbye. Where is my love?.
I don't smoke in the morning, can't get no sleep. That's the time for thinking what's gonna be. I had a good thing going but it didn't stay. Don't make no plans anymore except to go away.
You can wear your new white shoes in the muddy afternoon. Walking past these day drunks too, they whistle with their hands. But I could be your catcall too, anything you wanna do.
I don't want to be without you,. And I hope you feel the same too,. 'Cause, baby, if you care,. Enough for me we'll share,. . A lifetime,. Oh baby, be mine..
I walk 47 miles of barbed wire,. I use a cobra-snake for a necktie,. I got a brand new house by the roadside,. Made outta rattlesnake hide.. . I got a brand new chimney made on top,.
I want somebody here to tell me why,. There's always smoke up in the sky.. Please don't make me want to cry,. Detail has not been seen.. Summer trees should all be green,.
I dare you to come closer. I dare you to get close. I dare you to come closer. It's just makin' me sick (Bleh). . I'm done wasting my time. How can you live like this.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
When the world wants right and wrong. Could you break me the news. If I asked you to lie. Would you tell me the truth. . In this darkest hour. A brave face will break soon.
You're on the wild side,. You're out wind and free. A lot's wrong in this darkness. You're the sight that's always seen. I don't worry for what comes around.
Now and then it keeps you running. It never seems to die. The trail's spent with fear. Not enough living on the outside. Never seem to get far enough.
Who'll work the assembly line?. Who'll pull the freight on time?. Who'll work the all night haul?. Who'll explain it all when the wheels don't move?. .
A mobile means to make the time. A whirlwind half mast the senses. . Shaking your own brand of rhyme. Shaking your own brand of rhyme. . On wide avenues the air moves the sound.
Still breaking through, still breaking, breaking through, still. The dogs have drowned, stealing young. Slow motion highway, dreams of dust. 80s and hearts are burning through.
Put whiskey on the wounds. Salt the glass and say goodbye. No feel-good scenes to bring it back. Just falling brick and broken glass. . Wrecking-ball operator.