Black Halo Lyrics - Singles - The Trews

Mr. Richard Jones 

Skull and two crossbones 

Can't be bought or sold 

Detached and lost and cold 

Everyone he knows wears a black halo 

Impulse misery waiting on Queen Street 

Stand your lonely ground, in the middle of nowhere 

Things come round and round 

To the middle of nowhere 

Fahsion lies in seasons 

Leaves from the spring to fall 

So you have your reasons 

For not having it all 

But the cold winter coming back 

Stand your lonely ground 

In the middle of nowhere 

Things come round and round 

To the middle of nowhere 

Send the good on down and you pretend to care 

Things come round and round 

To the middle of nowhere 

meanwhile we're all damned 

Mr. Richard Jones 

Please don't break my bones 

Impulse misery hurts too much for me 

Stand your lonely ground 

In the middle of nowhere 

Things come round and round 

To the middle of nowhere