: No time to run, permission to go, times running in, with troops, and bombs, and guns. From the left and right, people are fighting, screaming, shooting
: Inching nearer each and every moment feel the rhythm of our drums Searching, seeking forward thinking, a dawning of mind that we create A border breaking
Behind all the empty glitter the city's a painted whore. A mother with a concrete womb for the zombie horde. Juices from the flesh of the living are bled
Words and music by John Kay I was told I had to grease his palm To walk from school without the fear of harm He knocked me down and took my dollar from
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Another beautiful morning under stars and bars And F series pickups and rusted out cars And they're eating breakfast at the strip bar Just to have a peek
Rolled in last night to the dawn, the porch and all the floodlights No excuse but we were having such a good time Why, oh why, can't I just walk the straight
The perfumed and smoky she swears that she knows me She's falling down drunk again I say she's mistaken she's visibly shaken Emotions all drowned in gin
Lying here with you Listening to the rain Smiling just to see the smile upon your face These are the moments I thank God that I'm alive These are the
Let them in, Peter For they are very tired Give them couches where the angels sleep And light those fires Let them wake whole again To brand new dawns
The promise of you it sleeps in the air The air that I breathe And I know that it's true Don't have to convince myself to believe, yeah What secrets
Just do your thing If it makes you feel better, yeah Go on and sing If it makes you feel better, yeah Shufflin' feet snuck up on me now This young man
One little gutter town 3:00 in the morning I whispered these words I believed Said leave me alone girl, I'm so tied, down and broken It's too late it'
She's a blue ridge cradle She's a mother to some And home to the laughter Of road weary ones So we'll sing all the old songs Sing to Grandmamma Road And
Wendy's sittin' next to me she's trying hard to drink it away And I feel the rumble of the subway beneath the stage And her eyes are screaming and her
Ghost on the streets today doorways of Jackson Square In tinsel and tap shoes Mardi Gras beads in her hair And down to the graveyard she wrung out her
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful Stop me and steal my breath And emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky Never revealing their
They are among us Their justice is imminent The messenger of the time The messenger of the U.W. Isolated by their hate Sentenced to silence They're just
