You took the words right out of my mouth. Dig a hole right through my head. You would do anything for me. You smacked my face down to the floor. Kicked me screaming you're a whore.
Been draggin' this mask. All over town. With my face still in it. No one saw that I did it. . Things they've done to me. You would never believe. Believe me they're true.
Sweet Orphan. (Words and music by Kirk McLeod; arranged by Kirk McLeod, Eric Gast, and Dan Stacey). . Ooh, I swear this February's cold. I stole a chance to hide down on Duboise Siding road.
I awoke in a sinking Manhattan.. I played in drunken cathedrals.. There were businessmen in armchairs.. With namebrands and short hair.. Detonating with evil..
Did you hear me callin'. The day you walked out. Didn't even turn around. To see me tryin'. In this life I'm nothing but alone. Trying to understand. This in front of me.
Soft Gator Girl. (Scott Long, 1999). . The Fox Hunters/Donald Willie and His Dog (traditional). Soft Gator Girl (Scott Long; arranged by Scott Long and Dan Stacey).
Words keep falling from my mouth. Trying just to slow them down. Keep on spilling around. Saying, "Why do you hurt me?". . And if anger is my gift. The only gift I'm fit to bring.
Slow Air, Jigs, and Hornpipes. The Mountains of Pomeroy (Martin Hughes). Garret Barry's (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson). Snug In A Blanket (Traditional; arranged by Neil Anderson).
How could you take advantage of my situation?. I'm fallin' far in this world without a rope. Or someone to hold me up. Someone to keep my feet on the ground.
I'm gonna make my break. Can a whole life be rearranged?. The only chance I have. To keep her safe. . Lay me down tonight. With your broken heart. Baby wants results.
And if you ever told me that it would ever be. As hard as this. I think I would have said to go to hell and. Take it all with you. Now that I am here.
I'm a False Start on a Jukebox, a broken heart after last call. It's lights up, I'm locked in, and now its time to settle up. . No slow emotion anymore.
If I fall to the ground. Will you pick me up again. I don't know who I am anymore. Or why I'm holding on. I feel so useless everyday. I wake up so ashamed.
"He's a real cannibal", she goes, "I think I'll call him Roderigo. Dress him up in dark clothes sell him away". Standing underneath her gun, "Sit up straight or I'll hurt you".
Seeds of Life. (Written by Kirk McLeod, arranged by Seven Nations). . Ooh how my mind moves to green when I close my eyes. Because green is the color of life, life I'm denied.
Well, I haven't seen a doctor since I can't remember when. But she tells me I've been a talker since 1976. We went up to the lake and I. I remember this, my family secret.
Tie my hands and torture me. Until I find the meaning of my life. The light that I see can you take me there. To the meaning of my life. . 1234. This is how fast time goes by.
Scream. (Kirk McLeod). . I hold my hands in front of me to block my line of sight. It seems my eyes are growing tired of staring in the light. The more I see the more I feel the less I want to know.