I Didn't think I'd see you back in our sleepy town It's the last place that I though I'd see you now You're long brown hair, you're pretty smile and those
And I want you to know he could preach hot hell or freezin' snow He carried a Bible in a canvas sack And folks just called him The Reverend Mr. Black
last grave has emptied when the last shred of hope melts away an endless swarm of damnation will swallow the last of humanity into the black in hiding
black and white Dreamin' in color, livin' in stone cold black and white Dreamin' in color, livin' in stone cold black and white Dreamin' in color, livin' in stone cold black
The flame burnin' but I never weep Sister luck, there's screaming out Somebody else's name Sister luck, there's screaming out Somebody else's name What a shame Sister
Too much near the truth they say Keep it 'till another day Let them have their little game Illusion helps to keep them sane Let them have their little
Finished with my woman 'cause she couldn't help me with my mind people think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things
What you get and what you see Things that don't come easily Feeling happy in my pain Icicles within my brain (cocaine) Something blowing in my head wings
Generals gathered in their masses Just like witches at black masses Evil minds that plot destruction Sorcerers of death's construction In the fields the
Well I'm leaving tomorrow at daybreak Catch the fastest train around nine Yes I'm leaving the sorrow and heartache Before it takes me away from my mind
The world today is such a wicked thing Fighting going on between the human race People give good wishes to all their friends While people just across
revolution in their minds the children start to march, against the world in which they have and all the hate thats in their hearts, tired of being pushed
know about it Think you know about it Think you know about it Think you know Think you know, oh, oh Look me in the eye, sister Look me in the eye, sister
So young, so brazen and so unholy I come to you in painted skies Your broken saint, your ancient story The living challenge to their lies Trapped in
ll the latest toughs, you've got to shrug them off or shut them off. With ten-thousand-time-told truths, you've still got to ask for proof. Ask for proof
Maybe if I, Don't move an inch, The pinchers will go easy, Can't circulate or regulate the random bits and pieces, Is it over, (Wrapped up tight), Rafters
He is feeling a little bit tired of all this disguises he wears to conceal the truth But now he truly realizes the fully compromise he took hand in hand
Up high in a mansion On a mountain of jagged rock Behind two iron doors So heavy they need no lock Is the last place that love lives Where the sad woman