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K.O.
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The Curve
In those late… and lonely hours When love… isn't with me I slip back… into a dream of my life Otherwise known… as a history I grew up… without a clue I was christened… in red, white and blue My fastball was wicked and true And every night I'd step on the mound in the diamond of my head And bury sliders in the dirt… As I lay upon my bed… But I never got the call To take that four seamed ball And face the greatest of them all… I shattered my arm in the minor leagues And my fist on the locker room wall And the voices sing… That's the way it goes Why it goes who knows? If you're born a pitcher throw Until your fastball slows But know this goin' in If you play you'd better win Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock Without his reputation So when the towers came… crashin' down I was lost and suddenly found… And joined my brothers bound… For a world beyond so far away For an ancient burial ground And when we threw ourselves from the plane Fell like shadows in the pouring rain… Two parts Able, one part Cain All I could remember thinking was how fast u can fall When you are loaded with so much rage. and so much pain And the voices sing… That's the way it goes Why it goes who knows? If you're born a pitcher throw Until your fastball slows But know this goin' in If you play you'd better win Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock Without his reputation Well I didn't have time to get funky I didn't have time to get strong Just enough time to get in line And rumble into the dust with bullets blazing From the other side of wrong But too late, hah, too hot I never fired a single shot… 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 I just spun around and stopped And I caught my fate without a fight I was so easily dropped And the voices sing… That's the way it goes Why it goes who knows? If you're born a pitcher throw Until your fastball slows But know this, goin' in If you play you'd better win Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock Without his reputation The next half year was a dope dream Hurricane purples and fire greens They whirled within and out me I was ripped at the seams So I hung on to that comet tail And without my mouth, without myself, I screamed Now I'm sittin' somewhere in a wheelchair With my body sheared and a cold can of beer Tryin' to put it all down Tryin' to make it all clear Thinkin' of ways of making a woman go now Without my stick and gears So when I heard it on the news I just sat up in silence The reasons we fought… Were vanishing in the violence The ones I believed in were now on TV Smiling for the camera in an echoing chamber of sur… Reality And don't you know, I've thought sometimes Of shovin' it in my mouth And blowin' my mind Especially around midnight toilet time But there's a power on the other end of this degradation That I never thought was mine No I never thought was mine… No I never thought was mine And the voices sing… That's the way it goes Why it goes who knows? If you're born a pitcher throw Until your fastball slows But know this, goin' in If you play you'd better win Cause there's nothin' worse than a broken jock Without his reputation
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