We used to talk about the rock and the roll. That made it matter not to sell your soul. Like a banner that we held so high. We weren't afraid to fall.
Billy Dalton staggered on the sidewalk. Someone said, he stumbled and he fell. Six squad cars came screamin' to the rescue. Hauled old Billy Dalton off to jail.
Well, they've made a Golden Idol of the girl you used to be. Hangin' bangles on your branches like a lonely Christmas tree.. Yeah, they've dressed you fit for killin' in your thrillin' new disguise.
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See him wasted on the sidewalk in his jacket and his jeans. Wearin' yesterday's misfortunes like a smile. Once he had a future full of money, love and dreams.
The moment that you saw him, you just looked the other way. The blood within his eye was like a curse. He had two heavy pistols which were greasied up and ready.
You look so good to me, you never change. Lord has it really been so long. Somehow old mystery, don't matter now. Or who was right, and who was wrong.
Love of money is the root of all evil. Love of money is the root of all evil. Love of money is the work of the devil. Love of money. . She began running for the border and her life.
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies. Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies. Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
I have seen the morning burning golden on the mountain in the skies. Achin' with the feelin' of the freedom of an eagle when she flies. Turnin' on the world the way she smiled upon my soul as I lay dying.
He was walking with your brother on the streets of Alabama. He was marching next to Martin when he died. Working face to face in Cuba and Managua, Nicaragua.
I said, "I've got a life of my own. I've got a life of my own". . I said, "Don't try to make me a part of no plan. Take me or leave me alone. Freedom's a feeling that few understand.
Take the ribbon from your hair. Shake it loose and let it fall. Layin' soft upon my skin. Like the shadows on the wall. . Come and lay down by my side.
New York City was a stitch in time. When I stood all I could of L.A.. Patchin' up the pieces of my tangled mind. . Diggin' somethin' different every day, yeah.
Gotta make your own rules child. Gotta break your own chains. The dreams that posses you. May blossom an bless you. Or run you insane.. . The moment is yours now.
They call him a bandit. And you know the notches. That he ought to wear on his gun. He sees you through eyes. . He's partially blinded from staring too long at the sun.
Gotta make your own rules child. Gotta break your own chains. The dreams that posses you. May blossom an bless you. Or run you insane.. . The moment is yours now.
I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon. The doorway to freedom so close to my hand. Voices behind me still bitterly damn me. For seeking salvation they don't understand.
Well, I guess you know, you took me by surprise. When you told me that you'd broken all the rules. And the future felt as empty as your eyes. When I realized how far I was from you.
Did anybody see them ?. I heard there was a baby. Somebody heard her crying. Weaker through the night. . They beat her mama bloody. And shot her with her daddy.