As so with that, I thought I'd take a final walk The tide of public opinion had started to abate The neighbours, bless them, had turned out to be all
(Penn/Moman) (C) - (F) - (G) (C) At the dark end (G) of the (C) street That's where we (G) always (C) meet Hiding in shadows where we (F) don't be
Some folks are born, made to wave the flag Ooh, they're red, white and blue And when the band plays "Hail To The Chief" They point the cannon right at
At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, to right our wrong You and me,
Sad, deserted shore Your fickle friends are leaving But I am not alone When our love was here Who knows where the time goes? Who knows where the time
I've been loving you a little too long I don't want to stop now There were time and your love is glowing cold Can't stop now 'cause our fair goes on Been
A hungry feeling, came o'er me stealing And the mice, were squealing in my prison cell And that auld triangle went jingle jangle All along the banks of
People All around me But I don't even Have a friend Lord knows I been trying And he knows I just can't win Everything I do Yeah Seems to turn Out
My love, she's a flower Perfuming the air wherever she blooms With her silk and her incense Harmonising hotel rooms Dark-eyed blue jean angel Red Egyptian
Crouching on the cool white tile She's got to learn to take her medicine With a professional smile A holy vessel or a toilet bowl Puking hopes into a
Reasons I have, stop me so true Crossing that line again, weakness leaves little to prove Heartbreak, it seems so big, becomes dark blue It's so hard
BOB Bob goes to church every Sunday every Sunday that the fish ain't bitin' Bob never have to have dinner with the Preacher cos' Bob never bothered
Bloody nose, empty pockets A rented car with trunk full of guns It ain't true that the sun don't rise in Vegas I seen it once She might have been somebody
It was a straight shot, All it took was luck to not get caught I laid 3 dimes down and the machine wanted 25 cents In the back seat, her and a friend,
You ain't much of a player And you ain't playing for free You just know all the chatter And you've been chatting to me Now you're taking me down With
I just met Huston He was looking for your door He said he'd like to buy a horse I saw he had a map of the county in his hand and your house was circled
Here I am again, perfect timing The strings are ringing and the words are rhyming I used to hate the fool in me but only in the morning Now I tolerate
It was 1990 give or take I don't remember when the news of revolution hit the air The girls hadn't even started taking down our posters when the boys