The race is almost run The days of Pearly Spencer A tenement, a dirty street Walked and worn by shoe less feet Inside it's long and so complete Watched by shivering sun Old eyes in a small child's face Watching as the shadows race Trough walls and cracks

Have mercy, I'm in a world of trouble now I'm being held by the State Patrol I am charged with traffic of the forbidden And I almost finished doing my parole Now, I'm on my way back down town Somebody help me, have mercy on my soul I go to court tomorrow

The sound of the mortars The music of death Fresh from Moscow Over Volga came to comrades aid City in despair Almost crushed by the Führer's army Oh, it's colder than Hell Hitler's forces advancing A grand symphony

On and on and on, on, on, on Could you carry me? Back to where we started from On and on, could you carry me? How we got so far, you and me Almost like there's oceans between us, us So I need to know Back into your heart again Right into your distant

My pulse was nearly gone I was almost in need of a defibrillator I didn't know what went wrong I had to shake it off but I got stuck, oh my God You turned on my loose strings You know what to do, fine tune You're the love innovator that brings all the

Like breathing out and breathing in Accustomed to her face I've grown accustomed to her face She almost makes the day begin I've grown accustomed to the tune she whistles night and noon Her smiles, her frowns, her ups and downs Are second nature to me

I'll use that star to write, I love you A thousand times across the sky One thing isn't very clear, my love Should the teachers stand so near, my love Graduation's almost here, my love Did you say that I've got a lot to learn? Well, don't think I'm

We're only good 'cause you can have almost famous friends Besides, we've got such good fashion sense We're only good for the latest trend It's just past 8 and I'm feeling young and reckless The ribbon on my wrist says, "do not open before Christmas"

I'm not fucking around I think I'm coming out All the deceivers and cheaters I think we've got a bleeder right now Maybe you're the runner-up But the first one to lose the race Almost only really counts in Horseshoes and hand grenades Demolition,

Mister Vice President Mister Madison Senator Burr What is this? We have the check stubs, from separate accounts Almost a thousand dollars, paid in different amounts To a Mister James Reynolds way back in Seventeen ninety-one