Never-Ending Project Written by Michael Schenk and Nicholas La Torre Music by Michael Schenk and Nicholas La Torre Performed by Turning Pages Each step
to be some type of change for this day and age We gotta rearrange and flip the page Living encased like animals and cannibals Eating each other alive
are now everything's about to change we face tomorrow as we say goodbye to yesterday a chapter ending but the stories only just begun the page is turning
here for the fam that's there when I need 'em Yo, uh uh uh, hello, it gotta be the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they mumble to each other
On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their
, on the road again There I am, up on the stage Here I go, playin' star again There I go, turn the page And there I go, turn that page There I go, yeah
want For that daughter She's a star tonight Without warning She gave up the ghost inside Was it all for show to turn into all of them? Turning a page
Ahh Other Other, 'ther A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace Achieve
all in colors And the size of others shall send you forward Arranged to sail you toward A peace of mind, will we reach Winds allow other skylines Other
are now Everything is about to change We face tomorrow as we say goodbye to yesterday A chapter ending but the stories only just begun A page is turning
back And sometimes I feel so flat Then like some rare eagle on the wind Well it turns and life comes bursting in
cry Before it gets too late, I want to testify I take what's said as my daily dread I turn the page and I turn my head I pick, I choose on the evening
Isn't it funny how many times we can say, We drawn the line, cross it out, turn the page, And moved on That's what we thought But here I am in the same
't see myself workin' every day Makin' no money, barely getting paid I should probably regret All that I've done, in the past But as I turn the pages
end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other
Never 21 when everyone's a sailor Coming up strong at the animal bar Ever loving mug of Mr. Norman Mailer Turn another page at the animal bar And it
'm bad to the bone too I'm prone to snap off When I'm off that Cognac I can't hold back like a massouse I get loose like a screw turned from left right
