A crooked road on a country mile. The widow walks from a letter found. (And) ties her hands in knots and chokes her disbelief. (That) what's done is done and it's dine for good.
See my silly watch. Every second lost, hm. Lost in a strange arcade. Got drunk on girls' night out. . If they're the good years, I don't know. What you call the hard years.
Maybe you should disappear,. And now I've warned you so.. Bury your clothes out in the woods,. And hide your letters 'neath the stove.. . There's a big house down in Wilkeson, where you can dance on tabletops..
Wisecracks and hijacks. And contracts to sell. Old wine in new bottles. Times are the same. Diggin' the ditch quick. And quick to escape. The patent is pending.
In this town. The blood will make you rich. Yeah, in this town. The blood will make you rich. . In this town. I will do you one better. I'll change the truth.
Hangman, take these heads from me. Swing 'em from your money tree. Hear me laughing in my sleep. These heads are yours, they're yours to keep. . Please don't skip the last details.
Harbour lights will change your plans. More than judge or jury can. What a sight. Flickerin' like prayers of grace. How could you ever lose this place?.
This is where it starts. This is... where it stops. And when it finally stops. I hope, starts right up. Walk the glitter mile. Past hotels of sand. People say'n lots of things.
Rolled in the mud. But I could never come clean. Counting blessings on my middle finger. There in the back shed. Pricing heads to the pound. Told to shut up, I was only breathin'.
hightimes, undermine. tell me somethin' I don't know. hightimes, can chase em 'til your blind. tell me somethin' I don't know. . now you're lyin' next to me.
Carved your name on the numbering hill,. Now it looks on the town with the promise to kill everything.. We lit this valley with atomic power,. But the lights went down in the closing hour yesterday..
Wake up dead man, there's a noise. You must attend. It will not quit. . Wake up dead man, there's a noise. Your sleep is done. Your secret's out. . Dead man rise.
Why would you run?. I beg stars above. A thing of such beauty. Must be called love. Why would you go. And give me to cry?. A thing of such beauty. Might never die.
Black light fades. Headlights switched off. The engine burns. As we're rollin' to a stop. Let's get out here. Lie down in the middle of road. Ain't no cars comin'.
Quick, burn it down to the wick. Burn it down to the heart. So the ending can start. . Here, behind the riverhaus door. With an unloaded gun. And an unsettled score.
Every morn at sven o'clock. There's twenty terriers drilling on the rock. And the boss comes round and he says to the (?). "Come down hard on the cast-iron (?)".
somethin' of a shambles. another wicked tangle. still I believe that love is drawn. from the emptiest of wells. a shadow of a mystery. the way you can't forget me.
Storm it shook ya down. From the burial ground. There was mud on your face. Barely lost and barely found. . And the shrunken heads around your neck. Just replicas of thoughts.
I can still remember. the coat I wore that day. yellow as a plastic moon. with a weave as thick as chains. walkin' past the sideshow tents. drunker than we knew.