Put the bullet in the barrell take the safety off keep shootin' at the devil in the moonlight put it all on black till your luck comes back we're all
I been down on my luck, been down too long this time I drank up to the bottom 'til I found myself there too And the taste of defeat has never been so
There is a son, he is born With a silver spoon in his mouth Go on, boy, admit There's got to be something you love Enough to protect You tire of things
When I fall, I fall hard My body bruises at your touch My ankles bear these lover's scars The weight is heavy but necessary You'll never change, my ball
Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake
Take the last bus home with the quarters in your pockets left over from pinball machines at the bar many streets from your house. casino lights still
well, one and all We'll be rid of this scourge When his body goes overboard He'd been in irons for seventy days Fed just gunpowder to fuel his rage Screamed bloody murder
In Dynamite Mine your hour will come In a shower of stones, steel beams They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall Find you buried among the
so we clench our fists and fight our demons there's a girl with a flower pot full of dirt and bullet shells she puts it by her window gives it sunlight
Fourteen years have passed since that day Your stories are the same but the ends have all changed You carried on like you were some type of god Some things
man ferrying me to hell I can't blame him to hate me for what I?ve done I hear them whispering in the hall "You'll live and die by the gun" All I can
Life in the city Everyone's busy Packin' portfolios to kill competition Hey boss, hey boss, I'm capable of making your life easier but I'm drunk on promotions
A girl came in the night, she brought me a fever She laid her hands upon my head 'til I was burning up I woke alone, I was still burning The fire was
My friend, my friend, you were loyal and true 'Til that wretch of a woman, well, she got to you My friend, my friend, I've been down on my knees But I
bay You're the needle in the hay I'll take you with a steady hand Make the seam reborn The rip will be sewn up again By the same hand that had it torn
another begins Hey now, what you gonna do? Got a fiver in your pocket And a switchblade in your boot Hey now, what you gonna say To make it go away? I found the city by
She walked with fire at her heels The scent of smoke on the breeze Wherever she goes that's where I'll be Whatever she wants that's what I need Baby,
i didn't mean to make you feel out of place by the comments on your clothing or the makeup on your face i didn't mean to preempt the chase you're the
