Down in Flames
the bridge of hate travels in my mind
beyond all the doors of gruesome hunger
I hear the threnodes, I behold
eye of the greyhound
the eye of the greyhound
the dreaming moon so bloodlike
the feeding of the never ending night
end of time
the eye of my mind
so much pain and so much losts
helpless words cries in the air
eye of the greyhound
the eye of the greyhound
the eyes inside of me
please take them away, away
IF WALLS COULD TALK
(Bobby Miller)
If walls could talk then I'm sure you'd hear
A whole lot of things that would make you cry, my dear
So ain't you glad, ooh, ain't you glad
That walls don't talk
No they never talk
If doors could tell who turned the knobs
When he's away, working on his job
Now ain't you glad, oh, you ought to be glad
That doors don't talk
No, they don't
You know, if cars could say just who's been inside
And exactly whom has been taken for a ride
Now ain't you glad, I know you ought to be glad
That cars don't talk
Oh no, they don't talk
- Harmonica & Guitar "Duett" -
If shoes could tell, tell where they've been
When you claim that you were visiting a friend
Now ain't you glad, oh ain't you glad
That shoes don't talk
No, they just walk
Well, in a world of trouble we'd be if things ever told on me
My love life would be through 'cos I'm guilty, how about you?
If things ever talked that way
Ain't no telling what they might say
So ain't you glad, everybody ought to be glad
That things don't talk
I tell you, they don't talk about you
Oh I'm so glad
I'm so very glad
That things don't talk
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