Dear life, I'm holding on Dear life, I'm holding on, uh How long must I wait Before the thrill is gone, uh You sang your swan song to the dogs 'Cause they made mincemeat of the dreams you hung your hopes on So you cut it out, well your sins cost While

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

The gress as green as it always was that sinister day Blackbird sang their songs as they always did that black-letter day The day we passed the great gate for the very last time I did not look back, I knew we'd stay I knew they I would not let us go

Come a little closer, then you'll see Come on, come on, come on Time flies by, they all sang along Things aren't always what they seem to be Do you understand the things you been seein' Do you understand the things that you've been dreaming Time shakes,

Blood, impiety Chastened are the sanguinary Purge, radical They perish, the victims of vagary Into the abyss, perpetual and torturous The gallery of suicide, internal torment Archaic carcasses, displayed degeneracy Once within these walls a life of death

To talk to God Legs of wood waves, waves of wooden legs Waves of wooden legs The men all played along To marching drums And boy did they have fun Behind the sea They sang (hey!) So our matching legs

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave