On liquor I spend my last dime Sunday morning, 8am Cursing myself again Drinking like this one might be my last Memories of making jokes Too much beer
Early in the morning, sometimes late at night Sometimes I get the feeling that everything's alright Early in the evening, sometimes in the day Sometimes
doesn't matter what you've said or what you've done when you've lost your head you're looking for a new one your heaven looks just like my hellbeautiful
You'd never leave on your own Where you're from and where you're going I know these things like I know you hate me now Catch yourself in mid-air thinking
these lines don't work on me they won't on you didn't knew the cards were on the table just can't stand to see things turn out wrongno way to make things
we've got two kinds here those that bleed the blood and those that work to will it can't believe the big screen there's no justice in the hall we're
It's funny how it all works out Mad men in suits walking about I'd like to change your point of view someday But I feel my patience slipping away Looks
disengaged, we're forsaken nowcommunication does suffer the moral stare of Big Brother not a chance, no compromise battling the barrier of belief not
do you fear this man's invention that they call atomic power are we all in great confusion do we know the time or hour when a terrible explosion may
take my picture off the wall it don't matter to me at all said I was headed for a fall but you wanted me to crawl give back my TV it don't mean that
Watch it separate in two Whatever the day wants it to Finding out that the worst is true Finding out that it can escape you Slings and arrows completes
if you find yourself standing at the end of your line looking for a piece of something maybe a piece of mind fed up, lost, and run down nowhere to hold
come, all you coalminers wherever you may be and listen to the story that I relate to thee my name is nothing extra but the truth to you I tell I am
Beer makes you weary But you need something to get along You stare at the flatness Beside the dark home They'll not hear you whisper This isn't where
don't the lights look empty when the streets are bare almost as empty as the look you give me when I'm the only one and it's a long one so it brings
Try to face up to the blinding sun Racing for the final word to come Facing up, it's hard to stay devout I can see the sand and it's running out And
do you remember, remember D. Boon part of what he was is a part of me nowand if you think back, where would he be where would I be if time had allowed
every day is dreamlike it seems like, in every way and that's why when I look back on my life it's like a slideshow out of focus and as the carousel
