Old man Wrigley lived in that white house. Down the street, where I grew up. Momma used to send me over with things. We struck a friendship up. I spent a few long summers, out on his old porch swing.
Five nights, no sleep, my mind's battered. Stock markets free fall, dreams shattered. Lost cause, pulled up, a sure winner. Made a few bob, in a new job as a serial killer.
My mirrors laughing at me, says boy are you getting old. There's so much junk in your life what you've got you don't even know. Don't take a phone company to tell you life's pay as you go.
Send seasonal greetings from nowhere. I'm working and playing away. Remember the moment of leaving. Yesterday, yesterday. . Roll through these towns. Over seas, over mountains.
I may as well try semaphore. As words no longer work. This fool was feeling cornered. And he acted like a jerk. He'd tell you he was sorry. If that made good the hurt.
Adore this life. There is no guarantee. Could end by tomorrow. Adore every fight. An opportunity. To give back what was borrowed. Nothing's sacred. Make it shatter.
In this bar, in this bar, I am dying. In this bar, in this bar, I am dying. . Disassociated, keep off the grass. I prefer you naked, this too shall pass.
Now the towers have fallen. So much dust in the air. It affected your vision. Couldn't see yourself clear. From the fall came such choices. Even worse than the fall.
Take an axe to your past. To your family tree. Carve a face from the wood. An effigy. . Make wings from the leaves. Hide from the bark. Kindling. for the hair.
No messing with a sense of humour. Will see you through scrapes. And all shapes of clouds. . We're late we should have got here sooner. You can't rush fate.
You're going to murder in the name of God. What kind of God you dreaming of?. A God of blood not love. . So, you can get your 72. Virgins to abuse. I hope they kick like mules.
Words and Music by Geoff Bullock. . Verse. Refresh my heart, Lord,. Renew my love,. Pour Your Spirit into my soul,. Refresh my heart.. You set me apart, Lord,.
I believe. In six days and a rest. God is good. I do confess. I believe. In Adam and Eve. In a tree and a garden. In a snake and a thief. . [Chorus:].