Another day, another destiny
This never-ending road to calvary
Why do we
Crucify ourselves?
Every day
I crucify myself
Nothing I do is good enough for you.
This is a song for those Jesus hearted people
Everybody’s known one or two
Haven’t you?
– Atlanta Rhythm Section
Jesus is just all right with me.
Do do do do do do dooooooo
Sho do di oh do!
Good night, sweetheart, it’s time to go.
Tris
All my bags are packed/I’m ready to go
I’m standin’ here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin’/It’s early morn
The taxi’s waitin/He’s blowin’ his horn
Already I’m so lonesome
I could die
– John Denver
And I’m already gone
And I’m feelin’ strong
I will sing this vict’ry song, woo, hoo,hoo,woo, hoo,hoo
What do you think they would say
If I stood up
And walked away
Nobody here really understands me
And so I’ll wave goodbye
I’m fine
Na-na
Na-na nah-na
Hey hey hey
Good bye
(Steam)
Goodbye Mary, goodbye Jane
Will we ever meet again?
Feel no sorrow, feel no shame
Come tomorrow, feel no pain
– Supertramp
Kiss me each morning for a million years
Hold me each evening by your side
Tell me you’ll love me for a million years
Then if it don’t work out
Then if it don’t work out
Then you can tell me goodbye
The Casinos. Also, Johnny Mathis
The man has put us together now
You ought to make it stick together
Come on, come on, let’s stick together
You know we made a vow not to leave one another never
(Bryan Ferry)
Kiss me once and kiss me twice and kiss me once again
It’s been a long long time
So now I’m praying for the end of time
To hurry up and arrive
Cause if I gotta spend another minute with you
I don’t think that I can really survive
I’ll never break my promise or forget my vow
But God only knows what I can do right now
I’m praying for the end of time
It’s all that I can do
Praying for the end of time, so I can end my time with you!!!
- Meatloaf
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan.
- Warren Zevon
Then one night in desperation
A young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
Tries to run, but he dont get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers round an angry young man
Face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto
– Scott Davis
Gimme back my bullets
Put em back where they belong
Aint foolin around cause I done had my fun
Aint gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets
I heard my mama cry - 
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I heard her pray the night Chicago died…
TBJ
That son of a bitch Van Owen, blew off Roland’s head.
Tris
I’m eighteen with a bullet
Got my finger on the trigger, I’m gonna pull it
I’m picked to click now
I’m a son-of-a-gun
So hold it right there little girl, little girl
We’re gonna have big fun
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- Pete Wingfield