Jack and May sweethearts were they. They were engaged to be wed. Many a promise he made her. Many a love word he said. . As most lovers do they quarreled one night.
Swimmin' in the slime. Peelin' off th' dock. Baby got a purple skirt that is polka-dot. Beauty in decay can be the only way when you are not. . Wind is blowin' strong.
In a church on Sunday morning. Sat a man unwelcomed there. Judged by men and not by Jesus. Lifted up his voice in prayer. . Steer me on the righteous pathway.
I've burned down all the bridges that promote the constant. claims that I need you in my heart, here inside.. And as I strike the match to sear my conscience I realize that the truth I hide will never die..
Swimmin' in the slime. Peelin' off th' dock. Baby got a purple skirt that is polka-dot. Beauty in decay can be the only way when you are not. . Wind is blowin' strong.
The elitist mob cometh with fury in their speech.. With bursting wallets flashing, they've assumed the right to teach.. There's a fire in the sky and the stake is immersed in flames..
Many times I've thought about you. Many times I've wondered why. That you'd ever go and leave me. And this heart you taught to cry. . Darling wait until I see you.
Vicious cycle of life I find that I kill myself every time. That I look away from you but I often gaze another moment. Incited scars reopen, bleeding again.
Movin' kinda slow, no I never had much balance. Why does everyone I know keep makin' lots a' dough. I guess I'll find out soon when I get to that crystal palace in the sky.
Kneel at the cross, Christ will meet you there. Come while He waits for you. Listen to His voice, leave with Him your cares. And begin life anew. . Kneel at the cross, kneel at the cross.
Keep a memory of our love dear. Never ever let it stray. Why betray the heart you've broken. I'll find happiness some way.. . When I think about you darling.
I should have closed my eyes. . So in love with the memories of you that I have fallen away. I'm so alive in the memories of you that I have died today.
With her old man she came from Tipperary. In the pioneering days of '42. Her old man was shot in Tombstone City. For the making of his good old mountain dew.
Workin' in the sun, a-scrapin' down the tar. If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far. Shovel on a stone, diggin' deeper down. Every day a good day that you above ground.
And I wake up in the mornin'. With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi". And I stumble to the breakfast table. While the kids are goin' off to school goodbye.
{spoken:} thanks a lot, thanks a whole lot.. . Lulu sends her friends. They cover the mouths with one hand. Well, I keep waiting here. Drifting around in a dark land.
Fall to arms, there's a holy war tonight.. You and me and it's time to fight. Prideful times for prideful eyes. Brother, I see right and you see blind.
Hear the wind blow back those sycamore trees. There's a screen test haunting my memories. I've been driving down the boulevard, not much change. It's the same old town, just rearranged.
Oh come and as you tread life's journey. Take Jesus as your daily guide. Though you may feel pure and saintly. Without him walkin by your side. . But when you come to make the crossing.
We've went to the edge a thousand times before,. and these circles we run have only nailed our feet to the floor.. My jaw aches from hurling words at walls with doors locked, windows boarded, refusing to take calls..