Counting days ’til it’s over, my friends 'Til it’s over, my friends, count along So innocent were the days The taste of good memories A bag full of hope that was only for me and you Cut her tongue, don’t believe a word she says She’s on a hunt, cooking

Take me somewhere Don't want to live in a dream one more day I want you to lead me I see, through thirty Getting older, every day My soul drawing pictures Of innocent times Can you add, color, inside these lines Sure, if we change our perspective

In an interstellar burst I am back to save the universe I am born again In the next world war In a jack knifed juggernaut In the neon sign Scrolling up and down In a deep, deep sleep Of the innocent

A table of the deranged, this savage brutal being A shocking way of life living on human offspring Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face expressionless Horrid dismemberment One persons tortures, is another's pleasure Malformation, a diseased brain

It's not my crime, so why do I have to pay? I'm doing time, this feeling I can't shake I'm lost in the suffering for nothing My heart don't understand It's beating for an innocent man I've been a victim of some sorry circumstance That was committed by

An unimaginable life We are the bridge We are the fire Oh I believe With all my heart I know we were born to be here again In the kind of love that you die for Somethin' in the innocent wind's

In my church of disbelief It canst get no better When days turn from black to grey In church of indifference So innocent in their guilt Perfect in their imperfection Let my children play In my church of liberation When doubts and fears wither away

Time on me is wasted time Baby's gonna give it like it used to be Innocent smile Runnin' free Time on me is wasted It's your life Don't you let em tell you when to bat your eyes You're the only one who's gonna sacrifice Makes no difference if you're

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path I

The kids will be alright Kids are kids, understand Out late, going crazy, kids innocent I heard about all of the long trials in life All the drugs on my mind All the troubles I can find Still I smile The kids turned out fine