LYRIC FOR SALE

By Mr Gordon Williams

BrOken DrEamS in CoLoRado

HellO...heLLo... how low did you go?
HeLLo...hellO... how low did you go?
HelLo...HEllo... how low did you go?

Hey there you are
butchering everything
that I stand for...

I don't know your name
but I know your face
out and about
A dark man's quest
to complete an evil deed
For which there is no cure

Your misery shall be your memory
Your misery shall be your memory
Your memory shall be your misery
Your memory shall be your misery

An act so heinous coz you didn't use a gun
I assail you coz you didn't use a gun
And the thing is I know you own a gun
God will dam you coz you didn't use a gun

There is such a thin line these days
Love once a flower...now nothing. Rotting fruit on the vine, a bitter taste;
one that's sour...

Yours truly dug a shallow grave
The little ones placed in a tin can moat
Your love frozen in time
with marks upon their throats
Yeah throats

An act so heinous coz you didn't use a gun
I assail you coz you didn't use a gun
And the thing is I know you own a gun
God will dam you coz you didn't use a gun

Using a gun is way to quick...
I saw your "BRAVADO" on your media page
Adios Asshole and my broken dreams
in and from Colorado

An act so heinous coz you didn't use a gun
I assail you coz you didn't use a gun
And the thing is I know you own a gun
God will dam you coz you didn't use a gun