We don't, we don't need to talk about this now 'Cause we don't, we don't need to talk about this now Yeah we've been down that road before That was then and this is now The crowds in my heart they've been calling out your name I can remember the good old

Just one of those things It was just one of those things Just one of those crazy flings One of those bells that now and then rings It was just one of those nights Just one of those fabulous flights A trip to the moon on gossamer wings If we'd thought a

You are, you are, you are my everything And it's taken me a lot to say So it's time to push my pride away I've cried enough tears to see my own reflection in them And then it was clear I can't deny I really miss it To think that I was wrong I guess you

And it was all alright It goes when your gone Now it's all all wrong There's no good reason why I lay my heart on these tracks When your train comes along That's just a-how Then you cut me down

Now, one day I started telling everyone that "Killing Is My Business..." And I was hung like a martyr For "Looking Down the Cross" my "Skull Beneath the Skin" Prophesied "Last Rites/Loved to Death" my friends Then I started seeing "Bad Omens" in my head

If ya told me from the start That you played around, I woulda been fine Then I woulda played too And I guess I woulda had a good time You are so fine Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine (so doggone fine) Fine (your love was sent from above)

He was a diplomat's son, it was '81 And then I'm gonna duck out behind them If I ever had a chance it's now then But I never had the feeling I could offer that to you To offer it to you would be cruel When all I want to do is use, use you He was a

Back in the doghouse What did I do wrong? Yeah, back in the doghouse And I'm singing this song, well And I'm singing this song With things alright for a little while But then the story of my life Was gonna wipe that smile You heard the born of a bad sign

I'm over my head Oh but it sure feels nice Your mood is like a circus wheel You're changing all the time Sometimes I can't help but feel That I'm wasting all of my time But it sure feels nice You can take me to paradise And then again you can be as cold

We walk through war in the halls Of dead protocols We came so close, demands were met That's when the rug was ripped out from under our feet A vicious crime, cold betrayal and deceit. Then reality hits you like a stab in the back Like a slap in the face,