The balladeers and greeting cards
say love might could bring down the stars
just to put 'em on your rings and necklace.
But I've seen those stars and so have you
and we both know his dirty truth is
marching on and on till breakfast...
...That life is lived from night to night,
bar to bar and pint to pint.
You might catch me up on the chandelier.
There's paradise across the street
and it kills me when I think of it.
Will salvation ever even get here?
There's paradise across the street and it kills me when I think of it, uh huh
And I am stuck here in a cell but otherwise I'm doing well, oh well
"Help me I'm your savior" he cried,
waking me up late at night.
"Avenge my suiciiiiiiiiiiiiiiide."
Then he made it big,
so you bet your ass I'm glad I did.
You can trust an honest crime.
But I guess that's easy to forget
when I need love like a cigarette.
I'm just a jockey on a carousel.
Heaven's doors are made of glass
reflecting all the cars that pass.
You can even see the glow from in my cell.
released June 6, 2015
Lyrics: O'Neill / Latino
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