Scorpions sting I hear the mission bells ring Another night of runnin' is another day I don't dance the hangman's swing All roads lead back to Tucson
Oh, what a sin looks like I slept in And I'm a gonna be a little bit late My therapy began again to mend my broken heart again When happy hour started
I'm hell on wheels and women and horses Got me a string of lame nags and a few divorces I keep my eyes peeled wide to see the next future ex-Mrs. Me
I poked a pistol in the eye Lit up a powder keg and rode it to the sky Yeah, the Reaper even calls me for his alibi I sang Cerberus to sleep with a
Too little true, too many lie Not enough laugh, too many cry Too many low, not enough high Who let the goon squad in? Too many stare, not enough
Daisies stand up on their tip-toes Clouds tumble over themselves in the sky And all the pretty horses come runnin' to her And even the dust devils pray
Will you be my Mary Magdalene, would you be my American dream Will you mix your perfume up, from diesel fumes and gasoline Be my sweet insurgence, load
Hello love, hello fear Hello loneliness, join us all here Hello funeral and ice-cold beer Hello new day! Hello baby teeth, hello grey hair We try
They got married in a honky tonk bar. They set their vows on a six string steele guitar. He'd been in love from the moment he saw her. All them years
Well, I stepped off the bus in Memphis And stumbled into the first saloon I could find I bellied up to the rail and summoned my barkeep I ordered up a
I awake from a long, deep sleep In a leaky little boat on a wide blue sea I spy no island, rock or shore And the sea, she's a-comin' to me through a
Momentito, why don't you stay Bright little bird don't fly away so fast Turn the hourglass over I ask not for a century No eon or immortality
Bought a pancho and sandals I threw away my shoes Brought a toothbrush and a razor I probably won't use Hit the track, turned my back on the Headline
Did I slip? did I trip? Did I somehow fall and lose my grip? Can it truly be our song is lost at sea? Marooned?? Weren't we? There were guitars and
I can see the light all around your silhouette Leave an open door behind you My heart went running after you but I ain't caught it yet Leave an open
Oh what a sin, looks like I slept in And I'm gonna be a little bit late My therapy began again To mend my broken heart again And happy hour's over
