As Tears Fall
On the payroll of the F.B.I.
Reverend Jim sold instant religion
With a license from the man in the sky
Billy the Kid was a gunslinger
Edgar Wallace was a dead ringer
Me I'm just a rock'n'roll singer
Keyhold John was a bird watcher
Had a telephoto lens in each eye
Jack the Ripper was a cool stalker
But his birds no longer fly
James Joyce was a mudslinger
Jesus Christ was a forgiver
Me I'm just a rock'n'roll singer
I'm not fakin' it
Foolin' myself that I'm makin' it
I'm not fakin' it
Tricky Dicky was a fast talker<
No Se
my mind's locked up in a world that
i don't know
the end is coming soon
i think i'll lose control
staring out my window and it feels fine
well... i'm sending all my signals
but i stiffen so im long
(that's not it, but it sounds funny)
said i'm sending all the signals
that i do not have a home
i said my month in up in armour
say i really wasnt scared
say my month in up in armour
but i do not have a way
things are happening
so really do we ever live so fast
theres a concert
oh but what a fucking blast
my bags are packed in all rugged up theres one thing left to say
i'll make you take the fall then im doin it my own way
my mind's locked up in a world that
i don't know
the end is coming soon
i think i'll lose control
a re you happy working mornings
are you happy working nights
are you happy on your time off
when your high?
here we go were back again
in the same rut withthe same friends
doin it like we did the year before
ya got no money got no car,
got no woman so there you are
your empty, sold out and depressed
well you can run and you can hide
from the trouble that is deep inside
your master of your own destiny and fame
things to do
gotta place to go
gotta cut the line
gotta make the next show
gotta make everything work out alright
what do we have to say for ourselves...
i dunno i dunno i dunno