This feeling Don't happen By yourself Alone Is no Way to live Breathing It don't happen By yourself Alone Is no Way to live We could love We can love
Could you believe me somehow You're second to none And you got my love You got me under the gun Could you receive me somehow Ill stay with ya, stay with
Keep askin' How long will my love it last Always Keep askin' How long will my days they pass Always Keep asking me my love Keep asking help from above
Chorus Newspaper got some more people killed, yeah Magazine, watch 'em shoot 'em in the field Radio, they turn another deaf ear ??Institution stole everything
Life's ride down the river Everyday getting clearer All the while getting nearer We all belong This place we've been delivered Take the good with the
Bobbi pins are in her hair The slip is huggin' her rear I'm starin at her life's real clear Washing her face in the mirror That's how i like to remember
Been stuck in the middle of a vendetta Between me and myself I sure could use a witness But I just ain't found one yet I sent a message in a bottle,
I will never forget your healing hands my love I thought my heart had stopped I swore I had given up I will never forget your healing hands my love You
In a couple of hours The morning is coming And I'm hittin' the door runnin, The gasoline is burning And I couldn't explain why The message that I have
When you're so long gone, you can't help yourself When you're so dead wrong Let alone no one else Well the children still dying in the streets The babies
Look look what you've done Not to become your father's son Before that day, day, day is done You'll get your day, day, day in the sun In this time we
Bobbi pins are in her hair The slip is huggin's her rear I'm starin' at her life's real clear Washing her face in the mirror That's how I like to remember
They say help is coming they say help is on its way they shot him down and he was innocent today they run for cover they got no answer why they left
The newspaper got some more people killed here The magazine watched them shoot em' in the field there The radio they turned another deaf ear The institutions
On the highway On the freeway In the airport In the airplane In the airtrain In Brooklyn U.S.A. To a Tinsel Town Where now What the Dodgers play And
Your so Pure(ah) Your heart is full of All i ever need And i cant take it I cant speak So i just sit here and stare My adorer, let me tell you a story