*Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free*
So he staggers out into the night
& takes the night bus to his home
A hotel room, an empty chair
He hears a voice but no one’s there
A gun and Bible by the phone
Make me an angel
That flies from montgomery
Make me a poster
Of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing
That I can hold on to
To believe in this livin
Is just a hard way to go
*You’re big fat plump and juicy
hanging around my girlfriend Lucy
you better fly fly fly fly fly fly
Gonna send you back to where you began
under the lid of some garbage can
You better fly fly fly fly fly fly
Greenback fly got your tail shaking
sitting on my slab of bacon
Greenback fly what you been taking
it’s mine mine mine all mine*
Now all you fight fans, you’ve got to agree
There ain’t no flies on Muhammad Ali
He fills the arena wherever he goes
And everyone gets what they paid for
Muhammad, was known to have said
You watch me shuffle and I’ll jab off your head
He moves like the black superman
And calls to the other guy I’m Ali catch me if you can
Ooh, this old heart of mine been broke a thousand times
Each time you break away I think you’re gone to stay
Lonely nights that come, memories that flow
Bringing you back again, hurting me more and more
Maybe it’s my mistake to show this love I feel inside
‘Cause each day that passes by,
You’ve got me never knowin’ if I’m comin’ or goin’ but I
I love you-ou-ou, yes I do
This old heart (ooh) darlin’ is weak for you
I love you-ou-ou, yes I do
I’ve told some dark truths
And I can’t keep on lying
'Cos one day I’ll find
I’m not your hero
It’s so nice
That someone thinks you’re special
Treat them right
That trust in you is precious
All the same
We make mistakes
I won’t ever leave while you want me to stay
Nothing you could do that would turn me away
Hanging on every word
Believing the things I heard
Being a fool
We now have a few too many game threads running in MPSIMS, so we’re closing some of the longer ones without an appreciable end in sight. Cheer up, though! A new, similar thread has opened up (and one, I admit, that sounds a bit more creative and challenging).
ETA: Also, it wasn’t the presence of the new thread that prompted this thread’s closing. That was going to happen, anyway; it was just good timing.