Born into a war and peace. Forced to choose between right and wrong. Each man kills the thing he loves. For better or for worse. Face to face with a ragged truth.
Your head on my shoulder. Two months youæ?³e been a soldier. I feel so sick inside. Two months youæ?? have been alive. . So no one here knows your surname.
There's a fire beneath my skin. There's a fever that makes me ill. Got a love, a love that kills. I've got twenty four hours to live. . Comeback, I'm begging you please.
Well I find myself in reverie. 'Bout what we might have had. And what might have been. We had something going once. . That was such a long, long time ago.
And now they are trying to take my life away. Forever young I cannot stay, on every corner I can. See them there. They don't know my name they. Don't know my kind. They're after you with their.
A renegade. Rides a run away train. To liberate. Tear these bonds assunder. . A fugitive. Running from a chain gang. Comfort me. Grant me absolution. .
All I want is someone to believe in. But who to believe is hard to define. When some say the future is unwritten. Some say the simple things in life are the best.
Daylight breaks on the streets of my life. Where no sun shines there bums refusal to die. In the shadows of heartache my dreams come alive. I've been searching for love to give meaning to life.
Somewhere in this world. I know that love exists. I've known it in a kiss. Sometimes in my sleep. I've been searching. For more than these few glimpses.
Well,. There's a young boy standing. Staring at the world. You know he can't control his anger. You can see it in his eyes. He's gonna smash the window.
I cry my soul to sleep. Somewhere in the starless night. I yearn for safety's keep. Away from hurt outside of time. Oh wherever I run I canæ?° hide. From the knife in the light.
Love on this wasteland holds no dominion. I refuse to lay me down. On the grapevine comes the saying. "Son, you'll reap whatever you sow". I sow the seeds of my love.
I'm a man. Torn in two. State and nation. I've got to choose. For on these streets. That I spit upon. There's no money in my pocket. No soles on my shoes.
Hey now!. . The iron gates clang in a steel mill town. A man breaks down to that unemployment sound. He takes a last walk down that old coast road. In the dying death throes of all that he knows.
I'm a man. Torn in two. State and nation. I've got to choose. For on these streets. That I spit upon. There's no money in my pocket. No soles on my shoes.
I'm a lonely man walking lonely streets. I'm soaked to the skin with the pain of my unease. From such a strained existence. . The tension in this world keeps me from sleep.