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I was just a young man
Working steady in a good time band
Pickin every single little lick I could
Just to please the man
Harlan sang the lead for half
And we split up the rest
Hangin on through the heavy times
And hopin for the best

And I can t recall the names of all
Them places that we played in
All them squirrely party girls
And pills we used to pop
Hardly ever sleepin in
Those cheap motels we stayed in
Hopin we could take it til
we d make it to the top

Chorus:
And them nights, get a little bit brighter
And them bars just a little bit better
And the sweet, just a little bit sweeter
But them blues, well it s still the same old song

Now we re stars and shining on
Them prime time TV shows
Every stranger knows our name
And every little where we go
Findin out the bottom ain t so different
From the top
Just a few more friends that you ll be losin
When you drop

And I ve left some of my soul on
Every sweaty sheet that I could sleep on
Gettin just as close to any body as I could
I don t regret a single bed
I ve laid my body down on
Ever since the first I had
The worst I had was good

Chorus:
And them nights, get a little bit brighter
And them bars just a little bit better
And the sweet, just a little bit sweeter
But them blues, well it s still the same old song

To the critics and the cynics who don t understand the lyrics
To the atheists and the pessimists
Wanting company in their darkness
You may see me as a fool,yes,a charlatan,an egotist,
But I d rather be this in your eyes,
Than a coward in...

I ve Got A Great Choice Of Career Staring Endlessly Into The Mirror I ve Got A Blank Look On My Face Never To Ever Disappear, Disappear This Is My Chance At The Mirror This Is My Chance At The Mirror I Find I See Myself In Your Eyes Feel...

My plan is exceptional
My plan raises heads above the wall
My plan attacks the fuckin
Daily routine
With a red arrow of hate

My plan is for bad Children
For Whom life s got no meaning
My plan is to destroy a still frame
Of rubbish daily...

(Well, well, well)

Well I’m constantly divin’ down, driving out, jivin’ about,
Is cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos.
I don’t get it seconds are wasted.
As for the name of the game that I tasted,
This is the last one, this is the...

If beauty sits the child s kiss
Of laughter I amend
Can you catch her if she runs?

With this I would share with you
All of this count to no end

Behind your sealed eyes you miss
All that I ve done for you
Will you catch me when I run?

If timing plays evident
What would you...