Sirens are a-screaming, shots ring out at night Movie cameras rolling in And there goes my hero with his head between his legs And all this time I believed in him
Now, what is the sound of snow falling down On the tombstone in the dead of the night? And who is the hound at the downtown dog pound Who speaks english when the watchman's not in sight?
And where will you be in 1993? Still sitting in the same chair Sinning is for sinners and I'm just a beginner But I've never really been touched there
Hey ain't it strange how some things never change Ain't it strange how nothing stays the same? You were thinkin' I was distressed about some universe oppressed But I was just depressed about my last pinball game
I've learned to accept and not to expect The respect and neglect that I get I've tried not to forget about what hasn't happened yet And on this I place my last bet
Hey did you give what you get Did you get what you give? Of your ? ? Winning is for winners And I know spring follows winter But I've never really been touched there
You know it's hard to be nice when hate becomes your vice And you can't find peace anywhere Love's just not for lovers Get off your high horse brother Drop your fist and get out of here
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