Song | To Hell With the World |
Artist | David Ford |
Album | Let the Hard Times Roll |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Tired faces scream from their bright magazines, | |
Got their fingernails clamped to the page, | |
With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age | |
Theres no stories to tell, but theres a spokesperson yelling | |
At a volume to drown out your voice, | |
Saying "justice be done, theres a change gonna come, | |
But in secret and you wont get a choice." | |
So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, | |
You've been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So lets stand and lets sing, and there are beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide | |
And the bands playing tunes that mean nothing to you, | |
But you can dance better with the devil you know | |
All along I was taught to keep my head above the water, | |
But I might just prefer it below | |
Yes, and maybe the greatest of heroes | |
Inhabit the stories that nobody hears, | |
Yes, and maybe these songs that could've brought you to life | |
Weren't allowed to come close to your ears | |
So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, | |
You've been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So lets stand and lets sing, and there are beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide | |
And theyll hide from you darling, they will | |
Far away from the changing regimes | |
Theres a light, theres a right, tonight isn't as dark as it seems | |
So when victory comes at too heavy a price, | |
Well, theres honor in choosing defeat | |
Like the boy who was given the keys to the world | |
And decided to sleep in the street | |
So to hell with the world, oh, I still love you my girl, | |
You've been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So lets stand and lets sing, and there are these beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide |
Tired faces scream from their bright magazines, | |
Got their fingernails clamped to the page, | |
With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age | |
There s no stories to tell, but there s a spokesperson yelling | |
At a volume to drown out your voice, | |
Saying " justice be done, there s a change gonna come, | |
But in secret and you won t get a choice." | |
So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, | |
You' ve been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So let s stand and let s sing, and there are beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide | |
And the band s playing tunes that mean nothing to you, | |
But you can dance better with the devil you know | |
All along I was taught to keep my head above the water, | |
But I might just prefer it below | |
Yes, and maybe the greatest of heroes | |
Inhabit the stories that nobody hears, | |
Yes, and maybe these songs that could' ve brought you to life | |
Weren' t allowed to come close to your ears | |
So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, | |
You' ve been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So let s stand and let s sing, and there are beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide | |
And they ll hide from you darling, they will | |
Far away from the changing regimes | |
There s a light, there s a right, tonight isn' t as dark as it seems | |
So when victory comes at too heavy a price, | |
Well, there s honor in choosing defeat | |
Like the boy who was given the keys to the world | |
And decided to sleep in the street | |
So to hell with the world, oh, I still love you my girl, | |
You' ve been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So let s stand and let s sing, and there are these beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide |
Tired faces scream from their bright magazines, | |
Got their fingernails clamped to the page, | |
With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age | |
There s no stories to tell, but there s a spokesperson yelling | |
At a volume to drown out your voice, | |
Saying " justice be done, there s a change gonna come, | |
But in secret and you won t get a choice." | |
So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, | |
You' ve been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So let s stand and let s sing, and there are beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide | |
And the band s playing tunes that mean nothing to you, | |
But you can dance better with the devil you know | |
All along I was taught to keep my head above the water, | |
But I might just prefer it below | |
Yes, and maybe the greatest of heroes | |
Inhabit the stories that nobody hears, | |
Yes, and maybe these songs that could' ve brought you to life | |
Weren' t allowed to come close to your ears | |
So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, | |
You' ve been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So let s stand and let s sing, and there are beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide | |
And they ll hide from you darling, they will | |
Far away from the changing regimes | |
There s a light, there s a right, tonight isn' t as dark as it seems | |
So when victory comes at too heavy a price, | |
Well, there s honor in choosing defeat | |
Like the boy who was given the keys to the world | |
And decided to sleep in the street | |
So to hell with the world, oh, I still love you my girl, | |
You' ve been crazy to stay by my side, | |
So let s stand and let s sing, and there are these beautiful things | |
If you know the places they hide |