Life and cigarettes burn to fast.
We waste are time.
So within the moment you bask.

A pretty face has to age.
Every story meets  it's final page.
When life breaks you over its cost.
Then you'll sing a lullaby to the lost.

The lights in the street hide all but the truth my
dear.
You can act.
But you can never mask your  fear.

In dark rooms you sell all but your soul.
A wicked moment a stolen encounter.
All things take there toll.

That sweet face has tuirned hard your so warm
to be cold.
A secret that the bitter have already told.

Can you wash away there stench as from
the past you are tossed.
In dark corners blood stained angles
sing a lullaby  to the lost.

Is this hell or a nightmare  that knows no end.
A cell to most.
To others the only refuge inwhich they
can depend.

she falls to the floor a lost look needle  
in arm.
Most will rememeber a doomed fool.
Others her wreckless charm.

She was  a ******  and a easy lay.
More bones are broken.
Over words others say.

She sold flesh but payed the ultimate
cost.
In a dingy corner of th world.
Were the angles sing a lullaby to the lost.

Miles of highway pass me by.
So many beautiful places.
Yet apon nights reflection I cannot even try.

She waits down near that red Georgia clay.
So many names to recall.
But only one brings a tear to my eyes to say.

Jasmine scented dreams hang like spanish moss
in my mind.
My soul does linger apon a southern shore
for the one I could never leave behind.

Ive travled the four corners
From the lights of Vegas to isolation of planes Montana.
I can forget all but my sweet savannah.

People many inviting yet none lure me to stay.
All night dinners frequent flyers.
loving like madmen only to vanish with the day.

We are pirates of land.
Giving all sacrfice the soul.
The tramps of being in demand.

Should I stray to oceans view.
Cocktails by the beach front bar.
Taste of peach mixed with strawberries and bannana.
So sweet to the taste apon painted lips.
But none can ever quench the thirst.
For the sunset of savanna

She takes my money and ses yeah ***** thats the way
it"s gonna  be.
Took her friends out bought the bar a round and
charged it to me.

Got some brass knuckles  she wears  around her
neck.
wears ten different Engagement rings.
I have to say I belive she love more  than
just me i do suspect.

She dosent care how I am.
She's just wants to know what I got.
Kicked my *** and lit fire to my dog.
God mean chicks are hot.

She couldnt  make are wedding  cause she
was to busy ridding with the hell's angles.
Came back with some new tattoo's hair
all in tangles.

Told me this is the way it's gonna be.
At  well over six foot.
It's pretty funny getting bullyied by a spitfire
Standing in heels at five foot three.

Slept with my sister and taught my grandma  
how to smoke  ***.
I shoukld get ******.
but mean chicks are just so dam hot.

In  eyes  overcast  with regret.
We battled many storms.
To many togather to ever forget.

Two ships passing silently without  wake.
Still water memories  flow  gentle  as a dream.
When we pass from every past love we take.

Fail we have  but still we did try.
Tears can only wash clean.
The bitterness of this goodbye.

After the glow
there is only a spark.
She knew another.
As strangers we view thoose flaws as new
lovers kindle passions fire in that same old park.

She said I can"t say the words underneath
the sunsets  fire lit sky.
As burried the past only to her.
For my heart can never forget this goodbye


Just a write i did off the top of my head sorry
for it's  lack of talent.
they cant all be diamonds.

Tangled up in the sheets man that was fun.
Yeah id stick around my darlin.
But the train's a waiting and so I gotta run.

Tommy  and Phil  will be at the dinner waiting with ready ear.
***** the coffee darlin.
I preffer a smoke and a beer.

The waitress sat staring at me as I sat lost
without a clue.
She said thought you had to leave town.
memories get hazy but she reminded me with a swift
kick oh **** darlin was that you?

Sometmes it's not so easy to recall.
Precious memories shared.
In a nightclubs bathroom stall.

Hey it was a perfect moment amougnst many.
Sure I recall your name.
It's Rebecca  Sandy  okay I wouldnt have guessed Kenny.

Sometimes it"s awkward  hitting  on a chick only to
have her reply but I thought we were threw.
Maybe i should lay off the *****.
Cause im really getting tired of asking
was that you?

And from the battlefield so does he emerge.
Beaten blood stains his memories.
Such beathy in destruction apon the devils backbone
such powers converge.

Bodies gather tossed into a heap.
he's silent even in his thoughts.
For the madness to one's self is better to keep.

Dying moments at a time.
the field may change death is the same.
Where humans are numbers with a toll
up the ladder he does climb.

The honest view over shadows the
ignorant few.
Tortured are the memories trapped inside.
Cold steel to which tonight he does confide.

Blood stainded bages how they do gleam.
After years of the twisted vision.
No side has to be right it does seem.

The blood is embedded in his very soul.
No matter the side.
The the memorie alone takes it's toll.    

Often we recall alone we regret.
nightmares creep into are waking hours.
So is the victem of the memory forwhich you cannot forget.

If i held you apon the ledge would fear
ever drift into your heart.
Waves crash below salt kisses the wind.
Far from this  madness we do depart.

The storm outside brings it's cold
casting doubts with fear.
ligthing flashes giving light to useen places.
Thunder crashes you question the voices you hear.

locked behind doors kept in a wooden box atop
the fire place.
He removes the mask
To reveal only to the darkness his true face.

Within the flames exists the ash of
my troubled past.
Ripped sails.
Dreams of light cant exist under skies overcast.

A single moment can be the breaking straw.
Whats left of the lion.
does reside in the cats paw.

A ghost to these sheets this
bed I no longer haunt.
A waltz at a forgotten balll.
Underneath the arm of another was it only to flaunt.

Dark circles under eyes.
Trapped in this hell I despise.
the midnightoil burnt on through the day.
Love conseals a promise that your heart does betray.

Echo's in darkness
to all but strangers I do confide.
Bleeding within in the emptyness my
true self does reside.