She's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel, Coming from the bar in a plastic tie. He's gonna swing from the Tree of Life. He's gonna try to sell you on
You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut. You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt. Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche,
It's three o'clock in the morning, Or maybe it's four. I am thinking of you, Wondering what I should I do, But I'm finally cutting through this haze.
I bombed Korea every night. My engine sang into the salty sky. I didn't know if I would live or die. I bombed Korea every night. I bombed Korea every
I can't believe it's true. I can't believe that you Don't want me anymore. You're with him, And you don't even know That I've been dying all day long
Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door, Like she'd done one hundred times before. Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror. She folded the
Jesus wrote a blank check, One I haven't cashed quite yet. I hope I've got a little more time. I hope it's not the end of the line. Yeah, Jesus wrote
Birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then they flap their wings at the last second. You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine. Then
Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly. How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzi? And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket
Do you think she's swimming in your lies? Do you think it's all just murky green? Don't you think that she would realize? Yeah, do you think she has
Your pentagram is down below our floor. Your naked body shimmers in the night. Dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite. Your feet are dry with the
of you. Up so close, I never see the sky so blue. I only wanted to be sure That what it was was really pure. I put my face down in the cake. My feet
You part the waters, The same ones that I'm drowning in. You lead your casual slaughters, And I'm the one who helps you win. You've got your grand piano
