Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quickJill's a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks
I earned my place,With the tidal waves.I can't escape this feeling,That something ain't right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates,Still I can't escape this feelingThat something ain't right.
Oh, the truth I must tellIs I'm lonely as hellStill looking for myself
A place for the newly weds and nearly deads I'm counting the stones I hope you know I love you.Got a lot of friends 6 feet under us.Counting down the days till we join the party.Thoughts of your night...
I spend my nights thinking the worstAnd telling myself that everything's going to work outI keep kicking myself in the mouthOpening up every cut that should be a scar by now
You used to make me feel like I could walk on waterNow most nights I'm just sinking down and downYou're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to
I'm sorry for breaking down when I should've been stitching myself back up
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn't mean to
When something's fallen apart as many times as usI can't put it back together, it's not the same
If I were you I'd put that away. See you're just wasted and thinking about the past again, darling you'll be okay.
They sounded really professional because they had two Vox AC 30 amplifiers. I also had an AC 30, so when you looked at it, three AC 30s, three Fenders - bloody hell, it must be a great band!