Empty hours Spent combing the street In daytime showers They've become my beat; As I walk from cafe to bar I wish I knew where you are; Because
Handed down from fathers to sons Was the hatred of weakness and the love of guns A talk of peace but not in our time To save our souls and stop the
The pub talk, the scandals, like vandals they try to tear you down The whispers, turn rumours, there's no truth but that don't stop those cats They
When I find you waiting hours; oh, You're there to save my life for our obvious goal We've got a headstart for happiness For our part, guess we must
Daylight turns to moonlight - and I'm at my best Praising the way it all works - gazing upon the rest The cool before the warm The calm after the
listen what I say) I could chase around for nothing to be found But why look for something that is never there I may get it wrong sometimes but I'll come back in style
The lords and ladies pass a ruling That sons and girls go hand in land From good stock and the best breeding Paid for by the servile class Who have
