It's a shame that you don't know me cuz I never. Made it past the third string. My coach never gave me a chance he's always. Blowing his whistle at me.
Oh radio girl play me that sweet heavenly song. Well it's saturday night and we all get into town. . Broken by heartache but driven be her sound. Well a spell from the speakers was tearing my soul apart.
Drunk again, my baby. Well, the water ain't my brand. That goddamn demon booze. Forever hunting. Sitting on my shoulder. Talking to my inner self. Well, let's forever feed that rebel monster.
Lady Pearl in jail lady Pearl in jail. you'll rise. lady Pearl in jail lady Pearl in jail. you'll fight. . A letter from her mother now dying in her bed.
You open up and what you gain is another hole. Reaching out for a hand and I know. The fear of losing all the trust that it craves. And I feel that parts of you are never coming back.
Stop, the train is ridin' down to the station. Where you lived when we were school kids. Hey, the rails are caught now. And I am falling down fools in a spiral.
The old man is crying and he's lying. The blood on his hands (is) from his wife. Oh Lucy your mother is crying in the sky. Lucy Where am I?. . They took me away from the (crime) scene.
The old man is crying and he's lying. The blood on his hands (is) from his wife. Oh Lucy your mother is crying in the sky. Lucy Where am i?. . They took me away from the (crime) scene.
Saturday, I love you like gold. Not like the Monday, you pass like a ghost. The fire killed you like a motherless child. I saw you last Sunday at Barbara Hotel.
Saturday I love you like gold. Not like the Monday, you passed like a ghost. The fire killed you like a motherless child. I saw you at Sunday at Barbara Hotel.
Oh hear Mary Jane Kelly. So sad and singing sadly. A violet plucked from Mother's grave. . Ex-soldier Thomas Bowyer found you in the gutter. The sound of you will be no more.
Here I sit at Mary Ann's place. Oh baby, the rain is always pouring when I'm here. Saw the lightning, caught your stone. Oh, maybe the angels of tomorrow will let me go.
Dear Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. I'm on my knees, I'm beggin' you. Awake the fallen one in me. Thy power above all I hail. . The white room on your grave I brought.
Dear Voodoo Queen Marie Laveau. I'm on my knees, I'm beggin' you. Awake the fallen one in me. Thy power above all I hail. . The white room on your grave I brought.
Hide or alone you make it feel at home. Silence is not even there no more. You make it feel at ease something to embrace. A heart that's forever believing it.
Making believe,. That you still love me.. It's leaving me. Alone and so blue.. I'll always dream, but I'll never own you.. Making believe,. That's all I can do..
Rita, where have you gone. I've been missing you for far too long. I feel so blue, haven't you heard. I am the lonesome rider, hear the lonesome rider's call home.
Feel the fire where she walks. Lola Montez so beautiful. shady and a tempered dame. blinding your eyes with her spider dance. . Her perfomance utterly erotic subversive to all ideas.
Down by the lake of Mississippi. A boy was born poor and abandoned. And as he walk you could hear him yearning. For a home and he prays. . And by the fields he sang for rising.
Feel the fire where she walks. Lola Montez so beautiful. shady and a tempered dame. blinding your eyes with her spider dance. . Her perfomance utterly erotic subversive to all ideas.