I run my hands along the rail Like I'm banging on a dead nail I pull your mask around your face And pack your castle in a big case You're not a sage
are going to be Calling the last of us on Please don't please don't make me leave without you Don't make this a very sad and unhappy song You know I tried
were the picture of love And love doesn't think of tomorrow And long live romance from above And your fire of love We were the picture of love And love
in my head Roll over again let your heart do the spin And listen to nothing I have to say What did my momma say I was always making songs for her Over my song
it's wrong And all the love and care and respect I had for you is long gone Right road Wrong road Wrong road I felt love in a sweetheart's song And
class of 44 beautiful dancers And I watched her pirouette around the stars In her poms And I must have told her one thousand times In my mind, that I loved
collision At my front door today One man died And another man tried to stop it There was a head on collision At my front door today One man died And another
confession in your sleep Well I'll be your saviour, if you'll do me that favour And if you want I'll bathe you In the blood of the lamb I love you, but
through the frost, and see Here behind my cold eyes, my heart it is wore My eyelids are sore And you were wrong And you were wrong And so when my song
took me up into the bell I go She took me up there just to let it blow and I'll sing you Another love song Another love song Another love song I looked
wear a smile Even bought new gear so I could wear a new style We sing songs of emotion filled with mass appeal Spinning a chance of romance on the love
that is And if you want the solution to the quiz What's black in black, yo, and kills another? An ignorant sucker that isn't labelled as a brother But another
America I got a '85 Caddy with the Clarion Amp With some 10s in the trunk for punks who wanna bump my shit Bang, rattle your chest and brain Frame by frame
have tried this shit if I was wit ya Maybe we would have picked another time Or chose anotha way Or maybe my prayers would have convinced him to choose another
nigga in your army Though I?m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me Let it be, stop lookin
Port Arther, Texas Real gentleman, real singer, real story teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em
rub shoulders, schmooze or mingle And pop X and [Incomprehensible] drink booze and tingle I just do enough so the clubs can sing to My song tellin' me that I love your single I love