Blue eyes that shine in the dark Lead me deep into your soul Starting a fire in my heart Raging out of control We slowly come undone And when tomorrow
All the lying and cheating will surely bite you Dishonesty tears you apart and will eat you All the anger and pain and the suffering and the shame And
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You can't blame the youths You can't fool the youths You can't blame the youths of today You can't fool the youths You're teaching youths to learn in
Blame it on the goose, gotcha feeling loose Blame it on the 'tron, catch me in a zone Blame it on the a-a-alcohol Blame it on the a-a-alcohol She said
I conjure up the thought of being gone But I'd probably even do that wrong I try to think about which way Would I be able to? And would I be afraid? '
Nobody's fault but mine if I don't read my soul gets lost Nobody's fault but mine Had a Bible in my hand, had a Bible in my arm My mother she taught
Intro: A D A D A D A D A D A D I want to lay down beside you I want to hold your body close to mine Like a grape that
The days of wine and roses laugh and run away like a child at play Through the meadow land toward a closing door A door marked "Nevermore", that wasn'
I feel uptight When I walk in the city I feel so cold When I'm at home Feels like every thing's Starting to hit me I lost my bed Ten minutes ago Modern
Trying to hold, hold out for now But with these ice caps melting down With the transistor sound And my Chevrolet Terra plane Going 'round, 'round, 'round
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help But stare like a creature With the laws of a brothel And the fireproof bones of a preacher And your lingo coined
Beat my bones against the wall Staring down an empty hall Deep down in a hollow log Coming home like a letter bomb Cold was the storm That covered the
Think I'm stranded but I don't know where I got this diamond I don't know how to shine In the sun where the dark winds wail And these children leave
Some days we get a thrill In our brains Some days it turns into malaise See a face In the rear view mirror Reflecting On the surface of fear Because
There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from Just to get on level ground Shake your seasick legs around Dead of winter in a logo town Signs
Make a perfect replica of your life Cut the paper with exacto knife Tape it up, tape it up Against the howling wind I'm so tired, don't know where to
I've been walking on These streets so long I don't know where they're Calling me anymore But I think I must have seen a ghost I don't know if it's my