In the middle of a gunfight .
In the center of a restaurant .
They say ,
Come with your arms raised high .
Well , they're never gonna get me .
Like a bullet through a flock of doves .
To wage .
This war against your faith .
In me .
Your life .
Will never be the same .
On your mother's eyes , say a prayer .
Say a prayer . Yeah !
Now , but I can't .
And I don't know how
We're just two men as God had made us .
Well I can't .
Well , I can .
Too much , too late , or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish .
I'll kiss your lips again .
Well , they all cheat at cards ,
And the checkers are lost .
My cellmate's a killer .
They make me do pushups in drag .
And nobody cares if you're losing yourself .
Am I losing myself ?
I miss my momma !
Will they give me the chair ?
Or lethal injection ,
Or swing from a rope if you dare .
Nobody knows all the trouble I've seen .
Now , but I can't .
And I don't know how
We're just two men as God had made us .
Well I can't .
Well , I can !
Too much , too late , or just not enough of this
Pain in my heart for your dying wish .
I'll kiss your lips again .
To your room .
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say
"So long ."
Well , I don't remember .
I remember you !
Do you have the keys to the hotel ?
Cause I'm gonna string this motherfucker on fire !
Life . Is . But . A . Dream .
For the dead .
And well , I ... I won't go down by myself ,
But I'll go down with my friends .
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