Tekst piosenki i chwyty na gitarę
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bI hbateb mybself for lovin' you And the weakness that I showed ...
bYoub webre cjust a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road.
FisTheb stbage was set, the lights went out All around the old hotel
FisI hCbateFis mycselbf for lovin' you And I'm glad the curtain fell.
bI hbateb thbat foolish game we played And the need that was expressed
bAndb thbe mcercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed
FisI wbentb out on Lower Broadway And I felt that place within
FisThaCbt hFisollcow bplace where martyrs weep And angels play with sin
bHeabrd byoubr songs of freedom And man forever stripped
bActbingb ouct his folly While his back is being whipped
FisLikbe ab slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame
FisAllCb foFisr ac mobment's glory And it's dirty, rotten shame
bThebre bareb those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them
bIn bthibs acge of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem
FisTheb crbystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet
FisI'vCbe pFisaidc thbe price of solitude But at least I'm out of debt
bCanb't brecball a useful thing You ever did for me
b'Cebpt bpatc me on the back one time When I was on my knees
FisWe bstabred into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break
FisNo CbuseFis toc apbologize What diff'rence would it make
bSo bsinbg ybour praise of progress And of the Doom Machine
bTheb nabkedc truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen
FisLadby Lbuck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at
FisI hCbateFis mycselbf for lovin' you But I should get over that
