I know she knows she knows he knows she knows you know she knows he knows. Everybody's here. . Look girl all I do I do from me to you. I'm the man who wears the shining armour too.
Get off the telephone. Get off the telephone. My baby, she ain't alone. . Got lost on my way to college. Cos I want something to explore. Signed a waiver to avoid the carnage.
Rains dont help unsettled causes no. Cold black city, move out of my way. In the midst of her creation. Lives somebody oh just for the day. In her moods you.
If this is the way it's going to be. Then I am so sure. That life is lost. It's only thrill and it's tomorrow. . I can't see your face. cause I'm a looking at.
Alone in a room. Needless I sit. I close my eyes. and try to forget. Death is calling. Get in line. . Death is forming. Forming death. Death is calling.
The city grows cold, as we start to fall. The streets are still lit, the bars at last call. Looking for love, and looking for when. The final letter for me will be sent.
Pretty eyes don't tell me lies. Guide a landing in the night. I'm crashing into desert sands. Etherized against the land. . The desert's blown and nothing grows.
Well, I remember you used to say that you want. A revolution, someday.. It's funny how you forget.... 'Cause I remember you'd be tied down and screaming.
The night soon claims the day,. Shadows grow long where I lay,. I watch the sunlight dance off my wall. As leaves fall down in vain.. . I had you on my mind,.
Hey Lenny, don't those city lights look real pretty,. As the moon cascades a smile over Main and Hastings,. You came in from the hammer,. On a Greyhound coach out west.
There came a time when life confound,. The very things that held my ground,. One black Thursday. . A sweet sixteen amphetamine,. I used her until she used me,.
Deep in the past,. We came triggered to the barrel blast,. On the avenue,. Where I would crash into you. . What's done is done,. Life is a gun,. Life is a gun on the run,.
I'm always losing, something holy. Pacific Ocean, endlessly rolling. . And I will wade through the water. Into fire. And feel the weight, pulling under.
Lord, how it comes is how it goes,. You don't need to chase my ghost anymore,. Ghosts in those cuts I used to see. Are the cuts that you would see in me.
It was all blood and teeth. The night he was beat,. So I heard from police. Seething on you, 'it's just a faggot's blues'. Well man, let me sing 'em with you....