I never was a violent man. Said the man in the bar with his head in his hands. Trying his best to understand the cause of his dismay. But years of gin have broken him.
He thought he was as drunk as can be. New white skinny rebel was he. Because he knew what mattered. It's all in a clatter of the bands he's seen. His words of wisdom would shock.
It's warm by the river, the weir keeps us clean. The woodsmoke and cigarettes are all that we need. Marking the dirt with twigs and simple words spoke.
It's simple because it is the people. Fighting for and claiming what remains. And dreaming, this is not dreaming. This is the exodus from the game. Chorus.
When Johnny comes marching home again, hurah tada. He's coming by bus or underground, hurah tada. The world no doubt will shed a tear to see his face so beaten in fear.
Oh there was once a man who had lost his own smile. And he wandered the country mile after mile. Never quite knowing what he wanted to find. For his heart it lay heavy with the weight of his mind.
Don't fall under temptation. If drinking for the nation. Is getting you down. 'Cause it takes a lot of work. . Filling up your belly. And eating dirt.
At the edge of the world nothing is said. Call a witness. Conversation is dead. We pray for the coming. . But we don't hear a word. We're all waiting around the edge of the world.
Well this is murder. Yea, On the dog train. When all the brakes have failed. And I'm going down hill. And if you see me wave. Yea, I'm only saying bye bye.
She's the queen of my life. Everyday it seems a miracle. She's the love of my life. Every time she lights the candle. She turns and says to me. . Can we do it again tomorrow?.
Dance before the storm. These are dangerous time we live in. I heard a man once say. If you're prone to flights of fancy. Your dreams can fly away. . See the sights around you.
I'm so glad to see you. Hear the things that you do. Are so chemically free. It's a wonder to me. You're still smiling. I hear you're top of the heap.
Amid the sound and light. On a table with friends. Everybody's fine. They're all drinking wine. . You fell in love. In a crowded room. Not for the first.
You're there in black and white. Hundreds watch you every night. . You've been starring in a film on every weekend. On video and stills with all of your friends.
Fired forty rounds in the center of town. He thought to bring the world around. Sleepless nights with God and Christ. The New Messiah. . To burn the world to change the days.
Belaruse no longer feels the sun. But it's under the skin of everyone. Belaruse forgotten by the blind. That is until the next time. . Remember all your yesterdays.
Everybody knows the story. They've got the details, what the score is. But if you want the truth, girl. You may need more than a day. . You need to move just a little closer.
Gunshots shatter the peace of night. it's just another fire fight. for the people of this little town. but for the dying soldier. he's feeling ten yerars older.
When I dream, I get pictures of the world I've never seen. I'm playing parts upon the silver screen. I'm anything my dream wants me to be. The picture always ends with you and me.
It's four o'clock in the morning. We're still putting the world to rights. The whiskey's started talking. There's a fire in your eyes. Conspiracy lies heavy.