[Music & Lyrics: P. Wagner] No way out - Suicide No way out - Suicide Help me, I must reach the border I run from the keepers of order They have locked
Oh no, I won't go You'll never get me down to Death row Oh no, they're taking me slow One way ticket to Death row So what's the matter, son Too young
show Death row, I'm ready to go Death row, let me die, let me go Death row, I'm ready to go Death row, I'm ready to go, death row, death row Your justice
Alright! Waiting your turn, Just to die You wish that someone could be by your side You're so afraid to be alone You need my help so that you can be strong
Drive, drive, drive your car Gently down the street Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a treat.
one in a row One in a row, one in a row And if you can look into my eyes One time without telling lies Well that makes one in a row One in a row, one
Yeah, I wake up early, but I wanna stay in bed. Try to recall yesterday, things I did and what I said. I didn't drink last night though my head feels
on till the heartache is gone Tonight makes it one in a row Tonight makes it one in a row Yeah, tonight makes it one in a row Tequila
A moment of your time now As mine is closing in on me A simple farewell rhyme to Anyone who hears me I have walked in shadows I have walked in blindness
Here I sit on the back row in a church down the street Not far from the place where we used to meet And it's finally getting through to me, you found
feeling grows Oh I've got to forget her I've got a tough row to hoe [ steel ] Yes off in the distance... Yes I've got to forget her I've got a tough row
stools as you go And I'm not braggin' when I say that I'm sure well on my way Cause I'm four seats down on Whiskey Row Four seats down on Whiskey Row
you and me, Hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah Michael row the boat ashore, Hallelujah Michael row
it ever really promise what's deserved? You want to take him in your arms And carry to the river Find the boy he once was and row him home You want a
I'm in the front row with a bottle Don't know what I can't decide I'm in the front row, I'm a model Don't know what I can't describe Burned out stars
Maria lives on Miracle Row She tells fortunes, you know At a dollar a throw Every pimp and every gigolo Has made love in the afternoon To the lady by
a row Will I make it through the day? Girl it's hard to say I just don't know But I made it through the night and that's one in a row Yeah I made it
't trippin', yo, I think your little homie, he a crook" The spot got shook, it was hell below Is that the future shock? Hell, no, it's Death Row I was