Red Right Hand

Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you’re never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right hand

He’ll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you’ve been a good boy
He’ll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He’ll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul,
but there won’t be a single thing
that you can do
He’s a god, he’s a man,
he’s a ghost, he’s a guru
They’re whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand

You don’t have no money?
He’ll get you some
You don’t have no car?
He’ll get you one
You don’t have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don’t you worry buddy,
’cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand

You’ll see him in your nightmares,
you’ll see him in your dreams
He’ll appear out of nowhere but
he ain’t what he seems
You’ll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I’m warning
you to turn it off
He’s a ghost, he’s a god,
he’s a man, he’s a guru
You’re one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan

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We came along this road

I left by the back door
With my wife’s lover’s smoking gun
I don’t know what I was hoping for
I hit the road at a run
I was your lover
I was your man
There never was no other
I was your friend
Till we came along this road
Till we came along this road
Till we came along this road

I ain’t sent you no letters, Ma
But I’m looking quite a trip
The world spinning beneath me, Ma
Guns blazing at my hip
You were my lover
You were my friend
There never was no other
I hope you understand
Till we came along this road
Till We came along this road
Till We came along this road

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Violins and Tamborines

Looking out the window, staring at the road
Doesn’t really matter, which way to go
Everything is changing, nothing ever seems,
To stay the same

Violins and Tambourines, n’ candy canes and magazines
Preachers sermons on the streets
I killed a man but is life is cheap they say

Stopped on the way home, side of the road
met her at the drug store saving peoples souls
she offered me redemption, take a drink instead if thats ok

Violins and Tambourines, n’ candy canes and magazines
Preachers sermons on the streets
I killed a man but is life is cheap they say

Violins and Tambourines, n’ candy canes and magazines
Preachers sermons on the streets
I killed a man but is life is cheap

Violins and Tambourines n’ children sing songs in the street
Innocence is under rated, knock me out I’ll be sedated
Violins and Tambourines and how many drums in unity
Teach yourself romance or pay it, every time we meet you

wants to save me
she wants to save me
Can’t she save me
Won’t ya save me
Oh yeah

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The Graffiti On The Train

Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train oh no
Rolling in to her life
Oh the graffiti on the train oh

Stepped outside he left his lover sleeping
Rain falls he’s drowning in his secret
Wet streets are quiet as a church hall
Last house where children kick the football
Cross roads his heart is beating faster
Getting close to asking her the question
“Marry me” he wants to paint the words on
The night train he’s hiding with his spray cans
And that is going to ride
When the paint is done and dried oh come on

Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh she’ll never be the same oh no
Rolling in to her life
Oh the graffiti on the train oh

Day breaks as lovely as she wakes up
Sips her cup and dusts her face in make up
Black phone she hears the people whisper
Someone died themselves train has slipped up
Train comes the coach she’s always used to
The doors read a “Marry me I love you”
Heart stops ecstatic and suspicious
She makes the call but he does’nt pick the phone up
The train sped down the line
It was last train he would ride oh no

Oh graffiti on the train
Oh graffiti on the train
Oh graffiti on the train
Oh she will never be the same
Oh god rolling back into her life
Oh graffiti on the train oh

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Roll The Dice

My life is for life
I’m taking it
Not a day gives way to waste
All my days
I’ve walked along the line
Like a saint that sins with grace

Roll the dice
Roll the dice
Take a chance
It’s in your hands

High as the skyline
I’m balancing
On the edge, on the palm of my hand
No fear of falling
I look down, enjoy the view
Life won’t be the same again

Roll the dice

Voice in my head screams out
Nine lives are running out
What goes up must come down
Chances you’ll hit the ground
Everything’s relative
What you got left to give
Don’t you want time to live?
Made up your final wish
Taking another risk
Clenching another fist
Time give those wounds a lick
Teach an old dog new tricks
Luck will run out on you
Black cats in front of you
Mirror just broke in two
Everyone’s out to get you

Imagine to feel you’re on your own
Life with no family
Feel tomorrow’s inferior
It’s over
Today
Your show is over
Don’t you know
They’re out to get you…

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