(Kelly/Mann) Said it once, said it twice It carried on through the night You were feeling big and looking bigger You came down upon her figure Six-foot
(Kelly/Mann) I never liked a bleeding heart But a bleeding heart's what I've become With a broken funny bone And a rubber crutch to lean upon How can
(Kelly/Mann) I offered up a weak embrace 'Till her song began to thin Slowing to a trickle down her chin Every head is cocked and still Her troubles have
this tumble down street's just a run down street ringing with the clatter of restless feet they're kicking in the windows on gottingen street just to
closet ghosts out in the hall rattling chains and spirit trains won't let me sleep at all skeletons in the closet ghosts out in the hall rattling chains and spirit
i was sitting in basil's with a friend and coffee thinking the world a fine place to be when the man on my right got up to leave and left a little piece
There's a siren ringing loud a call of distress it's winding through these streets making all you people deaf i think you're hearing fine just choosing
vacations will soon be my death I'm so sick from the drink, I need home for a rest Take me home The gas heater's empty, it's damp as a tomb The spirits
ONE, TWO, THREE From the old sod to the new land we came over by the score. we cut the ties said goodbye and closed the old world door. we settled on
there's a cold wind blowin' through the old east side it cuts with the devil's curse they're turning our people into the streets, while the landloards
(Kelly/Mann) High above the clouds Bring on the trolley Release three loons For a screw-top red And as we watch the Earth diminsh Will it linger on the
there's only sixty days 'til christmas so the metal must be cold as the jumper's fingers struggle with the choice to free or hold and when he looks up
you cannot stop a river if it has a place to go you can rediret the water but you can't arrest the flow you can dam it, but you'll damn yourself then
the water is black the coast was clear now they're sweating dollars dripping fear what a way to end the fiscal year mopping up the dirty pool mopping
they've been still in their tracks for many's the year through watching and waiting they've made their careers and they've got frozen hands like broken
ove the sidewalk under the archway through the door again planting charges seed of destruction time is caving in here we are at mile zero this is St.
spot the difference here i'm the only one not smiling i'm the only one afraid of dying i'm not the one who's up there dancing or talking with stragers
The lighthouse winks across the water blue white streamers a beacon of light standing empty, whitewashed tower where progress and man pass like ships