Тексты песен «Murder By Death»

I hit the road in a '52 Ford A pack of matches And a postcard on the dashboard The sun was set The gas gauge was low And it was time to go I met the girl at a juke joint on the fly Needed a friend the day my mother...

Take the last bus home with the quarters in your pockets left over from pinball machines at the bar many streets from your house. casino lights still flicker in your eyes your teeth taste faintly of flesh and gold...

Put the bullet in the barrell take the safety off keep shootin' at the devil In the moonlight put it all on black till your luck comes back we're all Waitin' for the end what kind of finish will he send these hands made...

"A Second Opinion" What will you do? What will you do? Every fool gets a lucky chance or two I been waitin' for the cards to fall; To catch all your mistakes I been watchin' you to see you break I watched you grow

Ive been down on my luck Been down too long this time Ive drank em to the bottom Til I found myself there too And the taste of defeat Had never been so sweet So I poured another glass Failed again and again I've been...

We set out at dusk We left them, well, not much The boys were shoutin' and kickin' up dust Oh and as we ran With the fire behind us And the torch in my hand I knew I couldn't do it again The ghosts were howlin' in the...

When I fall, I fall hard My body bruises at your touch My ankles bear these lover's scars The weight is heavy but necessary You'll never change, my ball and chain My ball and chain you will remain You've always been my...

When I fall, I fall hard. My body bruises at your touch, my ankles bear these lover's scars. The weight is heavy, but necessary. You'll never change my ball and chain. My ball and chain you will remain. You've always...

My friend my friend You were loyal and true 'Till that wretch of a woman Well she got to you My friend my friend I been down on my knees But I won't be beggin' No more beggin' please The black spot the black spot Never...

There's a son he is born With a silver spoon in his mouth Go on body admit it There's got to be something you love Enough to protect You tire of things I know but you've got to push on On, on, on, on, on Some men crave...

Fourteen years have passed since that day Your stories are the same but the ends have all changed You carried on like you were some type of god Some things will never change We went home to see our folks We laughed and...

Your hourglass shape in the light half covered in cloth the rest untouched Thinking I don't feel like being a sentimentalist today and whispering wake up wake up the rain is slowing Touching a hand to a head the static...

Take the last bus home with the quarters in your pockets left over from pinball machines at the bar many streets from your house. casino lights still flicker in your eyes your teeth taste faintly of flesh and gold...

come thursday- i'll say goodbye. trade words on paper, and hope they will- suffice. i'll send some letters encrypted in ink and music to put you to sleep i traced your names on my arms for weeks till i saw you perfectly...

"Comin' Home" By the light of the moon, I'm comin' home Howlin' all the way, I'm comin' home On my hands and knees, I'm comin' home I know when I've been beat, yea, I'm comin' home By the skin of my teeth, I'm comin'...

quickly the sound comes shaking the window stands near the glass sign- breaking silence waking from charming sleep. to raise the covers from her. and after that conception brings the horizon to see abroad fifteen,...

We set out for the sea with icicles in our beards Where the wind bit like dog's teeth And the sea swept our ship like the hand of a god who had been enraged So we carried our dead to the shore And that left nine more...

In dynamite mine your hour will come In a shower of stone and steel beams They'll push and they'll pull against the rock wall Find you buried among the debris When they search for you the dogs will sniff him out From a...

All the kids have run inside grabbed a spot under the stairs they've barricaded all the windows and rigged the doorknobs shut with chairs what are they waiting for they don't know they just keep their fingers crossed...

At the end of the road, He calls everyone home. And the fire will consume us, striking through to the bone. At the end of the road, You will soon hear him call. As the congregations crumble, And the chapels will fall...