Falling out the window. Tripping on a wrinkle in the rug. Falling out of love, dear. It hurt much worse when you gave up. . Just don't tell me which way I oughta run.
If you find yourself standing. At the end of your line. Looking for a piece of something. Maybe a piece of mind. Fed up, lost, and run down. Nowhere to hold on.
Hometown, same town blues same old walls closin' in. Oh what a life a mess can be. I'm sittin' here thinkin' of you, won't you give. A few thoughts to me.
take my picture off the wall. it don't matter to me at all. said I was headed for a fall. but you wanted me to crawl. . give back my TV. it don't mean that much to me.
Take my picture off the wall. It don't matter to me at all. Said I was headed for a fall. But you wanted me to crawl. . Give back my TV. It don't mean that much to me.
Beer makes you weary. But you need something to get along. You stare at the flatness. Beside the dark home. They'll not hear you whisper. This isn't where it ends.
Watch it separate in two. Whatever the day wants it to. Findin' out that the worst is true. Findin' out that it can escape you. . Slings and arrows completes the score.
Don't the lights look empty. When the streets are bare. Almost as empty. As the look you give me. When I'm the only one. . And it's a long one. So it brings you down.
Disengaged, we're forsaken now communication does suffer. The moral stare of big brother not a chance, no compromise. Battling the barrier of belief not to try anymore.
What's funny how it all works out. Mad men in suits walkin' about. Like to change your point of view, someday. But I feel my patience slippin' away. .
these lines don't work on me. they won't on you. didn't knew the cards were on the table. . just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things right.
Do you remember, remember D.Boon?. Part of what he was is a part of me now. And if you think back, where would he be?. Where would I be if time had allowed?.
Do you remember, remember D.Boon?. Part of what he was is a part of me now. And if you think back, where would he be?. Where would I be if time had allowed?.
We've got two kinds here. Those that bleed the blood and those that work to will it. Can't believe the big screen, there's no justice in the hall. We're all criminals waiting to be called.
Doesn't matter what you've said. Or what you've done. When you've lost your head. You're looking for a new one. . Your Heaven looks just like my Hell.
Come, all you coalminers. Wherever you may be. And listen to the story. That I relate to thee. . My name is nothing extra. But the truth to you I tell.
Never leave on your own. Where you're from and where you're going. I know these things like I know you hate me now. . Catch yourself in mid-air thinking.
INTRO:. . G. . VERSE 1:. G D. Sometimes I get upset when people treat me bad. C G. I don't have time to think and so I get real mad. C. And I pull my hair and find somewhere where I can be alone.
He had a black eye he was proud of. But some of his friends. Made him feel somewhere outside. Of everything and everywhere he'd been. . Like his brothers he emptied himself.
On liquor I spent my last dime. . Sunday mornin', eight a.m.. Just cursin' myself again. Drinkin' like each one might be my last. Blurred memories of makin' toasts.