So many times, so many times Complete the crime, complete the stories I should have known this inner feeling Is all about these messy people Grant
Allen - Cox A religion of uniform Cradle the star Hail their salute of pressure Underfoot, under squalor An issue is burning behind the flags of
allen / cox / gray Good morning Mr President will you sign this grave This hole in my pocket is a hole in my face A bad heart is a bad surprise This
Wash the flags - I'm coming home I've packed my bags - I'm coming home Shave your head - I'm coming home Save a place - I'm coming home I'm coming
allen / cox / gray One is for the decent times And two is for the same Well number three is for the big fat sinners And four is heaven's gate There
When the first dog cocked a leg, I had him shot When the first dog cracked, I broke his back I'm running through the river saying Life's a lie Life
I say my hands have played, hold me and never sing All mine is still undone, hold me and I'll hold you My hungry dream, my only savior I send it to you
Allen - Cox Complete and utter... Complete and utter... When you talk and then you see it's all under control. And you will never be the same Never
If you don't listen up, you're askin' to be told If you had a walk like mine, you'd crown it the king of soul Maybe I don't want it You take anybody
Allen - Cox - Gray Michael Allen: Drums, Percussion Mark Cox: Organ, Percussion Andrew Gray: Guitar, Percussion
Chains Chains We console now, you and I I said hold me there, hold me Make the night roll magic, I will not fly away So now make it, make it rain Chains
Want some whiskey in your water? Sugar in your tea? What's all these crazy questions they're askin' me? This is the craziest party that could ever be
Allen - Cox - Gray - Steiner Remove your head from that crevasse Rational thought slips out the back door A concrete headache is my present That swine
My bones don't tell no lies Chase facts and end up in the river Place a face and send out for flowers Face facts and pretend to be harder Face facts
Life, is a state of mind Out goes ego on the first mistake Out goes ego on the tide This one's waiting for his mother's love And up jumps mother valentine
Allen - Cox ... Can't find... my way... Reach out and find it So so Is this a matador falling into my arms Turnig and burning in this rage Calypso
People say, "It's easy living in the light" Never see the hard times, never see the fight Simple when it's slow but only if it's right I only see the
Allen - Cox Prostitutes are the spice of life Prostitutes are the spice of life, the spice of life They don't walk in the nick of time Pay their way