| [00:15.84] |
Like you were eating sleeping pills |
| [00:20.07] |
You don't know what you've got until |
| [00:23.85] |
It's gone |
| [00:24.69] |
And you're willing to kill |
| [00:28.08] |
Tomorrow and today |
| [00:32.07] |
Now you could cut a worm in two |
| [00:35.85] |
Who never really bothered you |
| [00:39.57] |
And find below a cherry moon |
| [00:43.83] |
The price that I had paid |
| [00:48.12] |
The majors |
| [00:49.11] |
The billboards |
| [00:50.16] |
The science of sleep |
| [00:52.11] |
The workers with clocks and trainees |
| [00:55.74] |
You'll find below a cherry moon |
| [01:04.11] |
The show cats |
| [01:05.12] |
And midgets |
| [01:06.12] |
Who fall to their knees |
| [01:08.07] |
With pagers and big smoking trees |
| [01:11.82] |
You'll find below a cherry moon |
| [01:19.86] |
Without a rhythm or a song |
| [01:23.85] |
And nothing real to lean upon |
| [01:27.90] |
The ones who never did belong |
| [01:31.08] |
Will wind up in the hay |
| [01:35.85] |
The ones who really did you in |
| [01:39.81] |
Were bound to give you up to win |
| [01:43.83] |
The war designed for sickening |
| [01:47.37] |
That blew us all away |
| [01:51.84] |
The ones who really did you in |
| [01:55.86] |
Were bound to give you up to win |
| [01:59.88] |
The war designed for sickening |
| [02:03.09] |
That blew us all away |
| [03:11.97] |
The meat pack district |
| [03:14.07] |
The drums and the beat |
| [03:15.99] |
The red lights that make us believe |
| [03:19.80] |
You'll find below a cherry moon |
| [03:28.29] |
The hood rat merits |
| [03:30.03] |
With all certainty |
| [03:31.98] |
We'll end up as beggars and thieves |
| [03:35.82] |
You'll find below a cherry moon |
| [03:43.83] |
Without a rhythm or a song |
| [03:48.24] |
And nothing real to lean upon |
| [03:51.84] |
The ones who never did belong |
| [03:55.11] |
Will wind up in the hay |
| [03:59.85] |
The ones who really did you in |
| [04:03.84] |
Were bound to give you up to win |
| [04:07.86] |
The war designed for sickening |
| [04:11.07] |
That blew us all away |
| [04:16.05] |
Without a rhythm or a song |
| [04:18.54] |
And nothing real to lean upon |
| [04:23.82] |
The ones who never did belong |
| [04:27.12] |
Will wind up in the hay |
