They cried the tears, they shed the fears, Up and down the land, They stole guitars or used guitars So the tape would understand, Without even the slightest hope of a thousand sales Just as if, as if there was, a Hitsville in U.K., I know the boy was all

It's only a painting But not to pretty a picture A thousand words I know them all The frozen bird, a hockey puck Shed tears, move on to Van Gogh Move on to Van Gogh There's something there in Williamson's Garage I think it's me trying to start a fire

You use your words as a weapon dear But your blades don't hurt when you have no fear You think that you're deep under my skin You're trying to keep me suffering If you use your words as a weapon Then as a weapon, I'll shed no tears I feel your knife as

Yeah, when I get where I'm going There'll be only happy tears I will love and have no fear When I get where I'm going I will shed the sins and struggles I have carried all these years And I'll leave my heart wide open Don't cry for me down here On the

I know the streets will shed tears for me (They love me, dawg) When the cold wind blows in the heart of the city and I'm gone When my story is over and my song is done All I get is mother fuckin' love in these streets To most of these tricks I'm a mother

You saw me crying in the chapel The tears I shed were tears of joy I know the meaning of contentment I am happy with the Lord Just a plain and simple chapel Where all bumble people go to pray I prayed the Lord that I'll grow stronger As I live from day

I'm drowning in solitude again No, this won't kill me In my dreams last night I saw your face You held me and washed away my tears Then I woke to realize you're gone This won't kill me Pull these scars off my eyes Lost from the world