64: BULL'S EYE

                   

All alone in the city

And to think this is home.

Well it sure is a pity

Like in hell it is dry as a bone.

Like a long distance scooter,

A keepin’ pace with the speed.

And the bull’s eyes own shooter

Aims with a kiss that can bleed.

       Solo

Never more than a minute

Roll the dice with both hands.

When the losers all win it

They save all of the souls that they can.

Left to chance indecision

Will always take to the street.

Just like endless revision

Will not make imperfect complete.

       Solo

Remember the good times, just as long as you can.

Forget about taking, that trip to Japan.

Remember the good times, we were fast on our feet.

Forget about taking, the last airplane seat.  (Chorus)

 

All alone in the city

And to think this is home.

Well it sure is a pity

Like in hell it is dry as a bone.

Like a long distance scooter,

A keepin’ pace with the speed.

And the bull’s eyes own shooter

Aims with a kiss that can bleed.

    Solo 2 times

(Chorus)

(Ending)

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