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Hit the Top

When you're falling down

And you need something to hold onto

I'll be waiting for you at your table

Cause your friends won't be around

And you know you need some rocket fuel

When you've got a mule kicking in your stable

Cause you'll hit the top

Before you see the bottom

But you'll hit the bottom

Before you see the top

Now you ain't no philosopher

But you wonder what it's all for

When you know you won't break ground til you're buried

You're like a shark that never drowns

Cause you're always moving on

And everything you'll ever have will be temporary

Grace of God

I was standing in line

For throwaway food for a throwaway man

He showed me his teeth

Or should I say, the want of them?

He said his girl was burned in the floor above

He left her to die in the fire

When push came to shove


Still waiting for food

That no one wanted yesterday

It’s all a waste

So you might as well give it all away

They say, 'God bless!'

Put a bag in your hand

Of bent canned goods

And bread like sand


The man was wrong

You can get lunch for free

If you’re willing to trade your pride

And stand in the street

There but for the grace of God goes me

Every curb is a cliff

By the abyss

When I feel like this

And I’m just a home away

From homelessness

I look into their eyes and see

There but for the grace of God goes me

Play for Keeps

I'll tuck you in 

Down in this hole

One little candle

One little girl

I got this guitar

When I got in this fight

And if you're good 

I'll play it for you one more time

I'm gonna sing a song of hope

While you're drifting off to sleep

And I'm gonne leave you Daddy's guitar

To play this song

To play for keeps

On the streets of Ukraine

It's getting hard to sing

To hear the music in your head

Over the siren's scream

Rock and roll is a fight 

To keep your dreams alive

When your whole damn band 

Is out on the frontlines

Goodnight, my girl, 

I'm off to give'em a show

One they'll never forget 

And I hope you know

I didn't do it for glory

I did it for love

And there's no better reason

in this whole damn world

Close your eyes

And hold me tight

Give daddy kisses

And don't you cry

I'll play this old guitar into the night

So you can hear me singing to you 

One last time

Borrowed Time

She's the kind you'd love

He's not the kind you'd like

But his problem is

He never runs from a fight

So the cops took him last month

And they stuck him with the knife

Until his judgement day

We're on borrowed time

She sees him every Sunday

Just to walk the line

But every other day

His little girl is mine

And while he's locked away

We're free to do what we like

Until his judgement day

We're on borrowed time

I hear the ticking of the clock

As I hold her through the night

Haunted by the ghost

Of a man who hasn't died

And if we have done wrong

Then we will pay the price

Until his judgement day

We're on borrowed time

Hey there, Mr. Judge

Won't you do what's right? 

Won't you take him away

And make that little girl my wife? 

You know the things we do for love

Living with our lies

Until his judgement day

We're on borrowed time

Why when someone dies

They say they're in a better place? 

Have we been cast down

Waiting to return to grace? 

Will we get out of Hell when we die? 
Until his judgement day

We're on borrowed time

UK Trains

In England, UK

A Yank is never free

The trucks are all too small

If you can drive at all

The left's gone right

And right's gone wrong

It'll turn you round 

Until you don't know what side you're on

I wanna get me on a train 

And get me far from here

But the UK Trains don't take you nowhere

But the rain, and the sea

I can't remember the last time

I drank under the stars

And passed out by an open fire

Woke up rough as a tire 

In the arms of a redneck beauty

With my dog licking my face

And a bit of the dog that bit me

I couldn't wait to leave it all behind

Now I miss those nights

Driving slow through town

Bouncing off the walls

And back with you again

Thinking now

I wonder what we might have been

I think my daily bread's

Begun to dull my knife

I ain't got enough whiskey

To cover my ice

I've gotta get out now

I've gotta run for my life

I've got to get'er done

Because it's do or die

Making It Die

Here's something I'll never forget 

No matter how many years

My girl waiting in a line

To get sucked through the clinic gears

They don't give you any big cigars

They've got People magazines

So you don't have to listen to the hum

Of the hidden machine

Making it die

And as they took her hand away

I could see she was trying to be brave

She even tried to smile

She even tried to wave

But what they took away from me

Was more than they put in a shallow grave

It was what a hundred nights

Of heartache couldn't save

From making it die

And I'm ashamed to admit 

I even wondered how long it'd be until

They finished sucking out her insides 

So I could get me a decent meal

And when they let her back outside

There was nothing in her eyes

And I knew they had finished the job

That had begun with our first lies

Of making it die

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