When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride 'Til I get to the bottom and see you again Yeah,
you here tonight You know that I can?t sleep 'cos I?m terrified Feels like I?m fallin? down really fast inside And I?m wishin? the night away These chills in the evening
more than one or two And I remember there was a radio, coming from the room next door My mother laughed the way some ladies do Well it's late in the evening
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A summer day is gone Listen to the evening wind Singing tunes of tamarind Into the setting sun You lie in twilight sleep Dreaming colors deep Today all
Sue wants a barbeque, Sam wants to boil a ham Grace votes for bouillabaisse stew Jake wants a weenie bake, steak and a layer cake He'll get a tummy ache
ride Yes, I know you miss it Gal you need it badly the evening ride I'm coming home for the longest ride Girl, I'm coming home for the evening ride So
And now, the night time Late in the evening, there is the thieving and the trickin' And the trappin' and they ain't actin' We make it happen, we'll get
God evening Mr. Waldheim And Pontiff how are you? You have so much in common In the things you do And here comes Jesse Jackson He talks of common ground
I don't wanna be ignored, oh God When I'm a gun in a fist fight You're chewing with an open mouth, raw meat Your blood drool attracts the flies I give
Ain't it just like the old days? Wait and see how the hand plays Living out our second-hand cliches Ain't it just like the old days? You are what you
Make our escape, you're my own Papillon The world turns too fast Feel love before it's gone It kicks like a sleep twitch My Papillon, feel love when
I swear to God I heard the earth inhale Moments before It spat its rain down on me I swear to God In this light and on this evening London's become The
Eyes permeate my skin An alcoholic din fills the room we're in Girl I think it's time we leave Like a thief on Christmas Eve Take and you shall receive
A bruised full moon play fights with the stars This place is our prison, its cells are the bars So take me to town, I wanna dance with the city Show me
You don't know love like you used to You don't feel love like you did before You ran with the dead today With the moles from the CIA They see more than
A winter wind blows in from the north Scratches your spine, cold like the forth But you're a long way from home Through the dark we tiptoe The hospital
No one understands The way you found your God There's a bullet in your hands Give a dog a bone He'll lead for the day But teach him how to kill, then
