On a slow night True beautiful one What have you gone and done I can see all your moves are new Tell me what did that salesman do to you That catalog replaced The fine mind behind your face No human trio can compete When that three way mirror meets your

Waiting for lightning to strike You're sowing the seeds of a nightmare from hell Walking through fire, fate's in my hands Man on a wire, bearing the brand Lightning to strike Your prayers and your demons are tolling the bell I'll bring you the head of

So long my friend, my foe, my love, my pain The road's calling out my name Dreaming of La Boheme Maybe I'll go to Barbizon Or see a girl before she catches cold and she's gone Or maybe I'll just travel on So long my flame, my warmth, my fear, my fight

No matter what I'm goin' through It's easy to see And every time I hold you The things I never told you Seem to come easily 'Cause you're everything to me But you can still believe in me 'Cause every time I look at you You're everything to me

Blue eyes crying in the rain In the twilight glow I see her When we kissed goodbye and parted I knew we'd never meet again Love is like a dying ember And only memories remain And through the ages I'll remember Some day when we meet up yonder We'll stroll

In this burning house I've been sleepwalking Trying to take what's lost and broke And make it right Too close to the fire But it's the only place that I can hold you tight Love isn't all that it seems I did you wrong I'll stay here with you

La da da da da da I can see it now clear Well we all change in our own ways In our own pretty ways Let's not spill the truth It's easier being alone You're a shadow of the old And I want something new You've quit dreaming again

I want a Sunday Kind of Love. A love to last, past Saturday night. And I'd like to know it's more than love at first sight. And I want a, a love that's on the square. Can't seem to find somebody, someone to care. And I'm on a lonely road that leads to

Hear their heartbeat We hear their heartbeat Midnight, our sons and daughters Cut down, taken from us In the wind we hear their laughter In the rain we see their tears Night hangs like a prisoner Stretched over black and blue In the trees our sons stand

This is not, this is not I'm just saying boy Rambo, they begging for mercy, like the lambo' No they told me kill them all, goddamn though I know they want to see me fall, look where I am though On two feet, that's where I stand though I'm a true fucking