Chorus -

Who’s got sugar? Who’s got spice? Come on, give me the sweetest little sacrifice.

It’s one for the money and two for the show – (three, four,) five boys in the band, six wheels on the road.

vs 1

I try to be lady-like / riding  tight rope on a one wheeled bike.

I’m juggling balls through a ring of fire / and all you can say is “Aim a little higher!”

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vs 2

I try to be pure and clean / riding with the boys in a traveling machine

We roll the dice along the little white lines / that roll beneath us on the road’s long spine

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Bridge –

This road is no place to be walking / This sky is no place to fly

Just put my feet on that holy drum beat and get me rolling high.

“Hard Times“

vs 1

Mother Nature’s at the battered woman’s shelter / she is waiting for a bed.

I’ve got a fist full of broken strings / how am I supposed to sing?

My pencil is bleeding and my heart is lead.

The milk of time is dripping by the hour / I’m spilling tears and sipping tea

Sitting by the blue fragile light of sleepless enemies on tv

Chorus:

How else are you ever gonna learn to shine / unless you roll with the rocks / let them press and grind?

How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth / without these hard times to polish you?

vs 2

We talk like two porcupines dancing / the clumsy rhythm of self-defense

Neither of us wants to hurt the other / but we’re both all prickly and sharp at every end.

These days Salvation needs an army and all I’m looking for is peace

To be one tiny beautiful broken part of God’s ever-unfolding mystery.

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Bridge –

I’m glad you kept me under your thumb / I learned all my brightest secrets in that dark place.

But I crawled out and gave this voice a microphone / I crawled out and gave this broken heart a stage.

Chorus:

How else are you ever gonna learn to shine / unless you roll with the rocks / let them press and grind?

How else are you ever gonna learn to be smooth / without these hard times to polish you?