music words winces my glory
but after the dark always comes a better place
the nerves of a future day
when i am ready
need singers and players
to join my circus of madness
hired guns
or will they be part of my band
if i'm good
they will want to stay
but i just have to believe they may be good
no ragged drug slingers
gun slingers
i can't mess up the show
for i will be good
i will persevere
and the music will take control
driving us down down down
the path of no return
Thursday, October 05, 2006
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