Milk And Money
I dream of all the years decaying
- I dream of all the years decaying
- I dream of bitter endings
- Street smiles
- Hateful goodbyes
- Demented lies
- I dream of guns with red round triggers
- And bullets that won't ever miss
- And wounds that won't heal
- Hands that won't feel
- Is this hallowed ground sinking
- Will tears stop their falling
- Can I speak the truth if they cut my tongue
- One night you wake up you're screaming
- With trembling hands
- And the frightening part
- Is you don't understand
- And as we go on living
- Each day we must tell ourselves
- That we have to carry on
- And every night as we lay down
- And deliver our prayers
- To live to see another day
- But then down here no one cares
- And your troubles will be found
- Buried six feet in the ground
- We dream a land of milk and honey
- Of coffee mornings bright and sunny
- Sex on the phone
- You're not alone
- And every night as we lay down
- And deliver our prayers
- To live to see another day
- But when nightmares come around
- We'll be drinking all our wine
- Buried six feet in the ground
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