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Troops Fly Out
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Songs Sneak a wink from my life so I can cease from a blink
Orange dreams of eighties memories
Sundown warm summers glow
Been away so long from dusk till dawn but no tomorrow
Down the lane to the old shore
Yellow linoleum cracking floors
I look behind to an old open door
I walk inside to see a sign,
“Condemned, do not operate under penalty of law”
and no power at all
That’s the way life was
But we sure weren’t poor
That’s the way life was
But heaven knows for sure
Memories all night long of songs from the Headbangers Ball
Nothing in the frig but old fish and Arthur Treacher's chips
Selling drugs, MESCALINE, manifest energy
I saw a picture of you, a photograph hanging on the wall
I took it down and found a life’s worth lost
Images of you projected on the floor
Masked essence at what cost
I feel alone in this old house,
but your soul permeates throughout
That’s the way life was
But we sure weren’t poor
That’s the way life was
But heaven knows for sure
Rays dancing through windowless walls
Fractured sunlight streaks on dirty halls
I feel the beating of the house from a double dripping tap
The tick of the house can never feel years
It doesn’t know tears or fears
But life has sprung from these hollowed halls
Now can’t take the banality of life
Like watching a diving show as troops fly out
Its getting heavy tonight
Like that last tour flight
Many roads of despair have been paved with good intentions
They reseed into dead-ends, over cliffs, or sharp edges
That’s the way life is
But I’m sure not torn
That’s life as it is
But only I know for sure
