Paul Kelly & The Messengers lyrics
Paul Kelly & The Messengers lyrics
"Sweet Guy lyrics"
Endemoniada lyrics
~~~~~~~~~~~ So let it feel... Unreal When I fall asleep at the wheel Think about this... If looks could kill Such a thrill... The way I feel
~~~~~~~~~~~ So let it feel... Unreal When I fall asleep at the wheel Think about this... If looks could kill Such a thrill... The way I feel
Paul Kelly (Mushroom Music) In the morning we wreck the bed You bring me coffee black and boiling Then we start up again and the coffee goes cold I wake up drinking from your lips Kisses warm and tender And I'd give up the word just to see you smile One thing I will never understand (It's become my problem) And itPatience lyrics's something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean) What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean? I went to town with a moody man, a handsome Dr. Jekyll He was right by my side turning into Mr. Hyde I ran for cover but I ran too slow; I was stitched by strangers And they shook their heads that someone could do the things you did One thing
Damn you for trusting me what's wrong with you? I'll work for nothing less. Damn you for accepting my immaturity when I scream for silShould We, Can't We lyricsI will never understand (It's become my problem) And it's something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean) What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean? I must be mad, I must be crazy, everyone tells me so Everyday I see it coming, now I'm facing the wall, waiting for the blow In the morning you kiss my head You say it was another Now you
Guns go off around my head As i fall over the fallen dead Cordite fumes that sting my eyes The infantry's always the first to die Who is right, who is wrongIn My Human Slaughterhouse... lyrics're down on your knees Begging me to forgive you please I wake up aching from your touch Every muscle tender Then I look in your eyes, the way you smile And I'm hypnotized One thing I will never understand (It's become my problem) And it's something that's right out of my hands (My hands are clean) What makes such a sweet guy turn so mean?
By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir.