Give me mercy and I need it now, I?m a bleed a little poison out, I?m a cry a little river down and then I?m setting this whole thing on fire, and
I took a drive today, thought about you. Thought about a friend who passed, and how much we just went through. I saw the sun shine off the hood of a
My queen of the Bronx Blue eyes and spitfire I saw you walking back and forth About another boy Thinking that you may want to leave So give me the fevers
We are the boys from Little Eden We are the hardest Saturday nights Drank from the fountains of the fireworks Sweat and bone for a better life We like
Got your pride and your prose Tucked just like a Tommy gun Somewhere in the smoke Just in case you need it I know you got your pride and your prose Tucked
Do you hear that whistle wail? Think the end is coming in? But I?m a whole lot worse than well But I?m determined to slip this skin And I know your dying
I haven't seen Sandy and Johnny, or Mary I heard they got married Mighta had a couple babies And traded their memories For fairview and makers And never
[Traditional folk song, cover of a Johnny Cash version] You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time Run on for a long time Sooner or later
I'm all washed out by the side of the road. Broken bones Matilda left a note and a rose. Saying "Baby honey child, I love you so long but you deserve
You can tell Gayle, if she calls, that I'm famous now for all of these rock and roll songs. And even if that's a lie, she should've given me a try.
Don't think twice, I still believe it John. We lived those nights, like we were dying... On the long haul drives, for our Amaria... With the ragged sails
So the ambulances came They took your pulse and packed up your things And the papers read Some boys forget what the heart it brings And the pounding
In my head I am already gone Side roads pointed up Decisions decided on But in my nights There are restless hours 3 AM goes down Nothing else comes
I was crawling around in my head in the haze of a trance. Rico said, "I'ma turn you onto a sound, cool out your head. This is the sound from Camden town
See I've been here for 28 years. Pounding sweat beneath these wheels. We tattooed lines beneath our skin. No surrender, my Bobby Jean. [2x] We've been
A cherry bomb, you are a mystery Exploded, sparkling quiet nights My teenage heart packed all my misery, baby To fingertips that might ignite And all
Look what you started, I seem to be coming out of my skin Look what you've forgotten here The bandages just don't keep me in And when it was over, I
If I could write, I'd tell you how much I miss these nights. Where we dig around the bones, try to find peace and patches for the holes. I lit a cigarette
