What were you waiting for? The desert's not getting any smaller, We're not getting any younger, So hand me a gun, It's on, It's war. I've let the last
life, I'll be by your side. But the snow is piling up, and there's a hundred drifts. that I've decided I could probably lay down and die in. It's just
For all intensive purposes I'm dead. The alarm clock sets my fate and tonight this place means nothing. Just concrete walls dressed in photographs
and this is how it went: Alison I know this world is killing one of us but that could never change the way you smile Whoa and I can't (?) that we just
set find out your youth's been sold. We had it good those nights we spent with our best friends we worried less about where we were and how it all would end. We
to deep end But now we got a chance, my friend To mend, and make the colors blend Let's all go out on a picnic, kick shit And squash all the static
Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway And not just you, some of your family To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see You might just wanna turn yourself
she dont talk to her and she dont like me, and will we work things out, thats not likely, i mean where will we start, do we mend friendships, or let
Like a flower that grows Still with all I can do Without You, life?s a song with no end Without You, like having a heart that won?t mend Without You, we?re just
dress to be in I see you grinnin I'm beginnin to think that we're friends And if we are friends, then we are far from fools So I will then kiss and let
1, 2, 3 Here in New York, is simply where we've gotta be We can ride on, and just do it basically It's gotta be! Here we go again We're getting through
you hurt, and I hurt and I feel, like I?m healed can we all just make a mends I run and I run and I run, and I run Mom and dad are you there, are you
pathetically manipulated by God, Queen and Country? * For fucks sake where are we in all this? We're given life yet we court death. For Christ's sake
we live And the sides are drawn, sides are drawn And we're all wrapped up in fatigues And they wear us out, wear us out There is a storm at sea If we
they called me, well, a witch But you'll find that nowadays I've mended all my ways Repented, seen the light and made a switch True? Yes And I fortunately
