Lyrics:
your pretty little hand in mine
You could search the world over
Right up till the end of time
Every night I get to hold her
Sweet Corrina, now
My names in the paper where I took the Boy Scouts to hike
My hands are all dirty from working on my little boy?s bike
The preacher came by and I
way, I'ma feed you to the monster (yeah)
I'm normal during the day, but at night, turn to a monster (yeah)
When the moon shines like Ice Road Truckers
heart, that I'll always keep you
Cross my heart like a bitter sweet tattoo
And we go
Oh, you're my kingdom come
Oh, you're my kingdom come
So sit me
an eye
She snipered your mind
See by her hands
That she's been there before
She lifts up her glass
As if to bring down a mess
[Chorus]
Climbing
Take me by the hand, ooh show me
Here I am baby, ooh
It always ends up this way
Me begging you every day
A love that I cannot have
You broke
Every time my hand reaches for yours
I feel the hesitation, I'm sure that you're not sure
Every time your lips are kissing mine
I taste
the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
out like I was Tanqueray
'Cause you're my fella, my guy
Hand me your Stella and fly
By the time I'm out the door
You tear men down like Roger Moore
the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
with our hands
Digging in the Tuscan soil
Planting peas and cabbage
Nourished by the toil
Here in Cuomoville
We don't need chains of gold, whoa-oh
To watch a steady hand deal so many deaths
They were given no choice but to carry this vessel
To it's bitter end
Now my choice is clear
I'm sick of hearing
now
'Cause nobody loves me
It's true
Not like you do
Covered by the blind belief
That fantasies of sinful screens
Bear the facts, assume
the rain
And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered
And in the end they traded their tired wings
For the resignation that living brings
speak tongues to hide our shame, while screaming our lungs out
The bitter stain we all became, is it too late to stop now
Go bite the hand that feeds
that today and every day is grand
Oh, I apologize, so sorry 'bout the timing
But you know, something that I never had was the upper hand
Lonely ship
couldn't tell her
That her love was only killing me
By the end of the day
All her sweet dreams would fade
To a lipstick sunset
Well it's pretty
the end of all time
Be faithful and true, devoted to you
That's what I had in mind when I said I do
Well this old world keeps changin', and the world
Reservations for one tonight
I'll be eating by myself again
At that quiet little corner spot
Where we used to hang with all our friends
saving your souls by taking your money
Flies around shit, bees around honey
Holy smoke holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke
Feed
his bed
I didn't know you when
You stood there and called lazarus from the dead
But I know you now
I didn't see you feed that tired hungry crowd
take you by your hands and tell you that you're good enough,
And tell you that it's gonna be tough
This could be the end
This could be the end
This
the hand and by the heart
They will comfort you and me
In their innocence and trusting
They will teach us to be free
[Chorus]
And the song that I am
the hand and by the heart
They will comfort you and me
In their innocence and trusting
They will teach us to be free
[Chorus]
And the song that I am
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