| Song | Eat Me Alive |
| Artist | Josh Pyke |
| Album | Chimney's Afire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| When courage comes to you | |
| You wouldn’t keep her in a box | |
| No you wouldn’t keep your courage in a box | |
| No you shouldn’t keep your courage in a box | |
| Such a rare, rare bird you’ll find | |
| Won’t flourish under lock | |
| So you shouldn’t keep your courage in a box | |
| No, you shouldn’t | |
| And I can only guess just what I would do | |
| If I didn’t do this | |
| And I didn’t know you | |
| They would eat me alive out there | |
| I know it | |
| And there’s a point on this beaten track | |
| When you can’t get going | |
| But you can’t get back | |
| And that’s when | |
| They would eat me alive out there | |
| I know it now | |
| Driving down these streets at night | |
| All the houses on the side of the road | |
| Silhouetted by the street lights | |
| Like tomb stones | |
| Silhouetted by the street lights | |
| As tomb stones | |
| And all them black holes | |
| Humming and taking on matter | |
| Up there in the night | |
| So full up to the bring of nothing | |
| And you know | |
| Sometimes so am I |
| When courage comes to you | |
| You wouldn' t keep her in a box | |
| No you wouldn' t keep your courage in a box | |
| No you shouldn' t keep your courage in a box | |
| Such a rare, rare bird you' ll find | |
| Won' t flourish under lock | |
| So you shouldn' t keep your courage in a box | |
| No, you shouldn' t | |
| And I can only guess just what I would do | |
| If I didn' t do this | |
| And I didn' t know you | |
| They would eat me alive out there | |
| I know it | |
| And there' s a point on this beaten track | |
| When you can' t get going | |
| But you can' t get back | |
| And that' s when | |
| They would eat me alive out there | |
| I know it now | |
| Driving down these streets at night | |
| All the houses on the side of the road | |
| Silhouetted by the street lights | |
| Like tomb stones | |
| Silhouetted by the street lights | |
| As tomb stones | |
| And all them black holes | |
| Humming and taking on matter | |
| Up there in the night | |
| So full up to the bring of nothing | |
| And you know | |
| Sometimes so am I |
| When courage comes to you | |
| You wouldn' t keep her in a box | |
| No you wouldn' t keep your courage in a box | |
| No you shouldn' t keep your courage in a box | |
| Such a rare, rare bird you' ll find | |
| Won' t flourish under lock | |
| So you shouldn' t keep your courage in a box | |
| No, you shouldn' t | |
| And I can only guess just what I would do | |
| If I didn' t do this | |
| And I didn' t know you | |
| They would eat me alive out there | |
| I know it | |
| And there' s a point on this beaten track | |
| When you can' t get going | |
| But you can' t get back | |
| And that' s when | |
| They would eat me alive out there | |
| I know it now | |
| Driving down these streets at night | |
| All the houses on the side of the road | |
| Silhouetted by the street lights | |
| Like tomb stones | |
| Silhouetted by the street lights | |
| As tomb stones | |
| And all them black holes | |
| Humming and taking on matter | |
| Up there in the night | |
| So full up to the bring of nothing | |
| And you know | |
| Sometimes so am I |