Nobody else here baby
No one here to blame
No one to point the finger at
It's just you and me and the rain
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the stuff the stuff of country songs
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Will everything be alright?
God's got his phone off the hook babe
Would he even pick up if he could ?
It's been a while since we saw
That child hangin' round this neighbourhood
See His mother dealing in a doorway
See Father Christmas with a begging bowl
Jesus sister's eyes are a blister
The High Street never looked so low
It's the blind leading the blond
It's the cops collecting for the cons
Hey if God will send his angels
And if God will send a sign
And if God will send his angels
Where do we go?
Where do we go?
Jesus never let me down
You know Jesus used to show me the score
Then they put Jesus in show business
Now it's hard to get in the door
It's the stuff it's the stuff of country songs
But I guess it was something to go on
So where is the hope and where is the faith... and the love?
What's that you say to me
Does love... light up your Christmas tree ?
The next minute you're blowing a fuse
And the cartoon network turns into the news
Hey if God will send his angels
I sure could use them here right now
Well if God will send his angels
And I don't have to know how
And I don't need to know why
And I don't want to promise
Cause I don't want to lie
Just when I need to
Tonight
Now...
Slow Dancing
(Featuring Willie Nelson)
My love is cruel as the night
She steals the sun, and shuts out the light
All of my colors, turn to blue
Win or lose
She does it slow dancing
Slow dancing
She does it slow
Scarlet eyes and a see-through heart
I saw it coming right from the start
She picked me up, but had me down on my knees
Just a begging her please
Take me slow dancing
Slow dancing
She took me slow
Dancing
Oh I don't know why a man
Search for himself in his womans eyes
No I don't know why a man
See's the truth but needs the lies
My love is restless as the wind
She moves like a shadow across my skin
She left with my conscience, and I don't want it back
It just gets in the way
If you wanna go slow dancing
Slow dancing
She took me slow
Dancing
Slow Dancing
Slow Dancing
Slow
Slow Dancing
Slow Dancing
Slow
Two
Shots of Happy, One Shot of Sad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think I'm no good
Well I know I've been bad
Took you to a place
Now you, can't get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Walk together
Down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter
With the sweet
Don't try to figure out
What we might have had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm just a singer
Some say a sinner
Rollin' the dice
Not always a winner
You say I've been lucky
Well hell!, I made my own
Not part of the crowd
But not feeling alone
Under pressure
But not bent out of shape
Surrounded
We always found an escape
Drove me to drink
But hey, thats not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Guess I've been greedy
All of my life
Greedy with my children
My lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things
As well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Maybe it's just talk
Saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked
The swingers stopped swinging
You say I hurt you
You put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it
You came crying for my help
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
I'm not complaining
Baby, I'm glad
You call it compromise
Well whats that?
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy
One shot
Of sad
Sunday
Bloody Sunday (Live from Sarajevo - September 23rd 1997)
I can't believe the news today
I can't close my eyes
And make it go away!
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...?
Tonight... we can be as one
Tonight...
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up
Puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trench is dug within our hearts
And mothers, sisters torn apart!
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long?
How long must we sing this song?
How long? How long...?
'cause tonight... we can be as one
Tonight...
Tonight... tonight...
Tonight...
Sunday, Bloody Sunday!
Sunday, Bloody Sunday!
Sunday, Bloody Sunday!
Sunday, Bloody Sunday!
Mofo
(Romin Remix)
Lookin' for to save my, save my soul
Lookin' in the places where no flowers grow
Lookin' for to fill that God shaped hole
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Holy dunc, spacejunk comin' in for the splash
White dopes on punk staring into the flash
Lookin' for baby Jesus under the trash
Mother mother suckin' rock and roll
Mother (scat singing) rock and roll
Mother, Mother, Mother
Mother, Mother, Mother
Mother, Mother, Mother
Mother you left and made me someone
Now I'm still a child, no one tells me no
Lookin' for a sound that's gonna drown out the world
Lookin' for the father of my two little girls
Got the swing got the sway got my straw in lemonade
Still looking for the face I had before the world was made
Mother, mother sucking rock and roll
Bubble poppin' sugar droppin' rock and roll
Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Move me brother
Woo me sister
Soothe me mother
Rule me father
Move me brother
