you, I don't know. Maybe I'm afraid of where you want to go. Maybe I'm scared I'll lose my power to amuse, and I'll wake up alone in a bed full of blues
on paper, black ink bleeding through the pages where we made our history. Call me foolish, I feel hopeless... Like a dear caught in the headlights I won't know
Well I know my anger is not politically cool But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruel as to kill for play, Dear God have mercy we're liven
trade your spirit for some crass, whack wage Something small, something simple as a pass back stage But now I lay me, down to creep And I - pray the Lord
paper, black ink bleeding through the pages where we made our history. Call me foolish, I feel hopeless... Like a dear caught in the headlights I won't know
Leave it to me to believe in your eyes I'm calling you out on your only regret More like regret is calling you My dear in the headlights so cold and alone And
your spirit for some crass, whack wage Something small, something simple as a pass back stage But now I lay me, down to creep And I - pray the Lord my
sea. I told you that I didn't know how it ends. And I told you that I didn't mind being friends. I need you to know that everything, everything, everything I
stole Well I know my anger is not politically cool But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruel as to kill for play, Dear God have mercy we
, you'd see I'm harmless I am drifting in a rowboat I'm deaf, dumb, and armless. I can't scream, I can't move So I dream my own truths about you. This