Golden revolver

How about a cowbell? Yeah! Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe I'm caring less and less about it, and even less about you No one turned around to look at me So I can look at my shadow as much as...

These spangled streets walk busy feet in a town that's always hiding In the water who is fast asleep, is numb to all who's dying And the people who know what's going on Hear the people that are left...

It's a lie, a story that's not quite right It'll keep you up at night (night) And it'll make the girls cry There's no excuse drunked up on golden dreams It's time to make good use (use) To make it...

I once met this old wise man He invited me into his caravan We sat down for a cup of tea He sat down very gingerly He said he's still got a sore back From that time, on the roof with Jack We were on...

Take your blinkers off this time and maybe, Maybe you will find what you're looking for; is heavenly the sky Slow down and read the signs Cause you're going too fast and you're leaving us behind. So...