gotta stop them in their tracks They've been making life hard Oh, they've been taking me for a fool So I saved up all my cigarettes And I traded them
This town works hard to impress Education's meaningless. You get the job you're given And settle on tunnel vision. And until I've served my time I'll
You can't save me from myself You can't save her You're lucky if you save yourself Do yourself a favor
It's a custom made afternoon With shrinking hands I can't keep to myself Springtime...Saturday Perfect in an easy way And it's a customary sin For angels
And she's taking a turn Her body lies like a landscape before you You're selling your soul by the pound Got snakeoil in spades for the wolftickets trade
They never tell you truth is subjective They only tell you not to lie They never tell you there's strength in vulnerability They only tell you not to
All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, worn out faces Bright and early for the daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere Their tears are filling
Boy when out on a boat tonight Waiting on his lover Seen his mermaid bride in the moonlight And the arms of another She said "standing on the water is
I hear you've got a pocket full of words That you keep in the garage Together with the feather and the fireworks A surftown hero who's got one foot in
Trapped a dragon west of Chinatown for fire-eaters up in Hollywood My little sister took a picture of God and floated away RIDE - downtown Los Angeles
I've taken all my pills But I'm still not sleepy Tried to trick myself into thinking That I'm not awake That it's only a dream Put that cigarette out
I've been there - believe me Crimes committed are unintentional After the party we all went home alone All the industry boys were still laughing and drinking
"There's no poetry between us" Said the paper to the pen Something's burning in the attic That her tongue will not defend Through the arc of conversation
Fill our minds with fear to blind us The hoax is on There were no weapons It's a pretty revenge Vindication Annihilate them Ninety-one was nothing This
But a Jack of all trades master, I'm not dead You're tired in bed But a Jack of all trades, there's stuff that gets made Wait for your lucky day See my trade
her hair music was everywhere Under an awning of silvery boughs We traded vows the night that I sailed away Trade winds what are vows that lovers make Trade
ll find healing from within) There is healing (You'll find healing from within) There is healing (I'm trading in this troubled heart) There is healing (I'm trading
can to survive I know the law wont be forgiving But that'll be the choice I make I used to farm for a living And now I'm in the growing trade the