59 lyrics for "The end of the line"
Sounds of the city on Capitol Hill Where I question if what I'm seeing here is real Cowboy boots doing lines at the bar Where the time goes slow when you're drinking PBR And acquaintances turn to friends, I hope those friends they remember me Hold the
PlayI am the chosen next in line Rip the souls, born to die Send to slaughter your mankind No reason for you to try Let me tell you to try What did you tell you Another day goes by Tell me why does So this is why
PlayThis isn't me any more, I need something to believe in If you think you've seen the last of me The flat line has come and gone But won't take me away I'm tortured By this dream I've manufactured From the inside out but it makes me stronger
PlayWe walk the front lines We defend our country with our lives We pretend to see truth in all these lies But we were men 'Cause in the end we were men We were men Woke up screaming in bed The silence taunts me It's like I am there again
PlayOr are we dancer? Are we human? My sign is vital My hands are cold And I'm on my knees Looking for the answer I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender
PlayCan't leave you lonely Adrenaline pumping, heart pacing, racing, altercations, we lit Blood drip stain the ground, bug it down, you hit Same hood, different day, same whip, different clip, letting off Somehow we end up in the same shit She got herself
PlaySweet surrender on the quayside You remember we used to run and hide In the shadow of the cargoes I take you one time And we're counting all the numbers down to the waterline Near misses on the dog leap stairways French kisses in the darkened doorways A
PlaySomebody's shouting Up at a mountain Only my own words return Nobody's up there It's a deception I'm alone here With emptiness eagles and snow Unfriendliness chilling my body And whispering pictures of home
PlayWell I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong Every mother's son better hear what I say
Play