You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?   Say he who rides a pony must someday fall   Talkin' to my alter, life is what you make it   And if you make it death well rest your soul away   Away, away yeah child      It's a broken kind of feeling   She'd have to tie me to the ceiling   A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers child   I wanna tell that I love you but does it really matter you?   I just can't stand to see you dragging down again   Again my baby I'm here, oh yeah, so I'm singing         And this is my kinda love   It's the kind that moves on   It's the kind that leaves me alone   Yes it does      And this is my kinda love   It's the kind that moves on   It's the kind that leaves me alone      I uses to treat you like a lady   Now you're a substitute teacher   This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight   I owe the man some money so I'm turnin' over honey   You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time      And this is my kinda love   It's the kind that moves on   It's the kind that leaves me alone   Yes it does      And this is my kinda love   It's the kind that moves on   It's unkind that, it's unkind that   It leave me alone      Like a crown of thorns   It's all who you know, yeah   So don't burn your bridges woman   'Cause someday, yeah      Kick it, oh yeah   And this is my kinda love   It's the kind that moves on   It's the kind that leaves me alone, yeah      This is my kinda love   It's the kind that moves on   It's the kind that   It's the kind that, yeah, yeah      Baby I said, "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon yeah"   I said," Baby don't burn your bridges woman"   [Incomprehensible]