The Long Road Ahead

Mother may bell's in a a quiet hell
I hear a gun and a heart and sley bells
I'd say things have changed quite a bit,
Since I was young and mother
Didn't give a shit

I can't be saved it's too late,
But with a little help
I might concentrate,
Long enough to start believing just
To make sure your still breathing

No time for the broken hearted,
Got to finish just what we started
The only promise to the pour departed,
Is that they wind up dead

Just as sure as holy violence,
We starve our songs in silence,
Were all looking for a little guidance
Down the long road there's a cold breeze
Through city streets,
Blows leaves like dreams neath busy
Somewhere in an easy chair

Somebody's momma crying,
Cause baby ain't There
My baby's so lazy like to Lay around
Drive me crazy