It's just whiskey under the bridge Ain't no big deal I've been burned, I've been cheated But this old heart's still beating All those nights of drinking Finally got me thinking Heartache is just a waste of time There's not a heart that ain't been broken

We can shake it When the lights go out And the bombs come down I will hear your heart beating When the morning comes And the war is done You will hear my heart beating

My soul is wearying Oh Lord who will comfort me? I said my soul is wearying Beating down from all of my misery yeh Gotta hold of my heart Keeps me bound where the whole wide world is free yeah My home is a wreckage a family ground Impli-ed in poverty

The bleeding The screaming, was tearing me apart I'm better off without you and you're better off without me The beatings I remember when all the games began

You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed We're a thousand miles up and I'm 'bout to get higher Feel my heart beating out my chest Singing oh oh oh Oh my love, let me be your fire (Hey) oh my love, let me be your fire I won't be afraid

Can you feel it? Pumps through your veins Led by a beating heart You ran into the night from all you had Found yourself a path upon the ground You ran into the night, you can't be found But, this is your heart If you had your gun Would you shoot it at

To decompose It all will end in the dirt again Left to be one with the dirt again Cadaver filled carcasses flood the land Methodically emptied of bone and blood Sacrificing mortal beings never to subside Savage beatings pulverized and no one heard the

I’m so bad, I’m so bad So bad, I’m so bad It’s like the sun With black rays so bad, so bad Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, across your face You’ve got my heart beating triple time A dark rhythm beating just behind

To disarms the stars within us April night-time And we run like muscles through the stagnant nodes of man Blood-bridges lean towards the gaping synapses Hornet Hive-dark Severed wings in vainless beating Buzz out from inferno of fangs We should have been

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