You can sail in the desert with a ship of
On…and on
Born in a mining town in ‘58
When black and
Here I sit, alone in a window
The rain falls down
We all have secret lives, in our secret rooms
Living in
Always let you down, always fooled around
Always stealing your own
When I was younger I thought, that to kill
or be
There’s a secret that we all share
In the darkest hours
There’s a sinister game that children play, hey hey hey
With a sense of irony everyone you see is chasing
Shoot, shoot, shoot all the clowns
Shoot, shoot, shoot all the
Holy was the preacher
Riding on his rig of steel in
Tattooed boys with expensive toys.
Living in a bubble of sin.
Money
For too long now, there were secrets in my mind
For
