And the wind cries Mary. After all the jacks are in their boxes, And the clowns have all gone to bed, You can hear happiness staggering on down the street, Footprints dress in red. And the wind whispers Mary. A broom is drearily sweeping Up the broken

Old lion's dying, got left behind Cut your teeth, lose your meat And man it's just a matter of time Key's to the cuffs, you might be king That's it, that's all, that's everything Skeletons come here to dance Where barrooms beat their brothers Into a

It was a broken dream right from the start Bless their tortured, tangled hearts Oh love, oh love you fickle thing Such pretty words and golden rings Well there was a little falter at the altar of confession Down on its knees true love did fall After 31

To their own shore, Came the world war. Leading the bury west. In their own track, Came the wolfpack. Gleaves led the convoy, Into the hornets nest. Gleaves and the Ingham, Gleaves and Ingham,

3 cool chicks 3 cool cats Parked on the corner in a beat up car Devourin' up a liquor candy bar Talkin' all about how sharp they are These 3 cool cats Walkin' down the street just swingin' their hips Spinnin' up a bag of potato chips And 3 cool cats did

They were crying when their sons left Maybe you deserve to die God is wearing black He's gone so far to find no hope he's never coming back All young men must go He's come so far to find the truth he's never going home Welcome to the soldier side Where

Each will dig their own graves And bury themselves in life's failures And now the ground we called our home Is but a barren wasteland The only sound drowning your cries Is the detonation That's the sound of humanity melting away Say goodbye it's the end

All the way down Let it ride Gotta check it out Out on the street The summer heat Boys playing games Changing their names Pulling tricks Getting their kicks

We had an apartment in the city, Me and Loretta liked living there. It's been years since the kids had grown, A life of their own left us alone. John and Linda live in Omaha, And Joe is somewhere on the road. We lost Davy in the Korean war, Still don't

We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there Well, it'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha And Joe is somewhere on the road We lost Davy in the Korean war And I still