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.
Oh I'm going for a ride. Gonna sit behind the wheel. Gonna drive along the road. Oh how happy I will feel. And I'm gonna toot my horn. Gonna travel near and far.
"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.
1st chorus: Voice No. 1. 2nd chorus: Voice No. 2. 3rd chorus: Voice No. 3. 4th chorus: 1st, 2nd and 3rd voices sing simultaneously. . (NOTE: Sounds to me like the last verses are sung in a round, corrections are welcome).
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.
Jill told Bill. That it was lots of fun to cook. Bill told Jill. That she could bait a real fishhook. So they made ooey gooey. Chocolate cake. Sticky licky.
I wake up to beat the sun from her glory. I'm only one cigarette away from mobility. It's always punch in punch out. Go to work and go back home. . There's only one chance left.
I'm the one that was there for you. When you cut yourself and started to bleed. And I'm the one that you counted on for all the favors you asked of me.
Play me like a player piano. Roll me from the corners. Of your dark and dusty shadows. Like a player piano I sit useless. Most of the time. . The bar gets darker.
Both: Toyland, Toyland, beautiful girl and boy land .... . (a few bars of carnival music). . Shirley Jones: They're closing up Girl Land. Some say it's a shame..
Gingerbread man, me love you. Gingerbread man, 'cause you got. Cookie hands and cookie feet. You so brown and friendly and delicious to eat. Oh, gingerbread man, me love you.
Yeah, the roads are right tonite. They are twisting. And my mouth is dry. Like cool air inside. . Maybe I worry. Do things in a hurry. And follow the dust.
Leaving life alone. No one to turn to. No one to wait for me. Is it true that when you wait for someone. You're waiting for something new. I find you there standing all alone.