There's a man looking blank into the wall
Older, colder and
I like to be me, but that's not to be
Wash over me like rain
Can't get the hold on it
Just
Which of you am I to lay down first
To
Drunken spectators, the crucifield demon on my shoulder cry loud
Banging
I've sung the blues for every broken heart in here
Time
There's a Cadillac out in the dark
There's a guitar gangster
Out in the distance small faces in pain
Came along
Hear the lonesome whipperwill
He sounds too blue to fly
The midnight
Making believe that you still love me,
It's leaving me alone
Saturday I love you like gold
Not like the Monday you
With a fistful of courage
And a heart of rage
Drunk again my baby
Well the water ain't my brand
Well my mama told me : son you better wacth
Never felt the hunger
For one love that share one
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