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I never know what kind of day it is on my battlefield of idealsBut the way she touches and the way it feels, must be just how it healsAh, but it's got a little better since I let her sundanceI never know what time of year it is living on top of the fireBut the robin outside has to hunt and hide in the cold frosty shireAh, but he knows just what goes in between his cold toes and his warm earsAnd he's got no disguise in his eyes for his love as she nears.He spreads her a shelterShe takes the tall skiesAs they helter skelterAlong the same sighsAnd she wakes my days with a glad faceShe fakes and says I'm a hard caseShe makes and plays like a bad aceCarrying my ways into scarred space.And she knows me wellAh, but what the hellOnly time can tell, where we're going toMe and my womanMe and my little womanAnd the lord speaks out and the pigpens fawnLetras de cancionesThe sword slides out and the nations mournThe hoard strides out and the chosen spawnThe devil rides out and the heavens yawn.And he knows me wellAh, but what the hellOnly time can tell, where we're going to...Me and my womanMe and my womanMe and my little woman.What a lovely dayWhat a day to play at livingWhat a mess we makeWhat a trust we break-Not giving our wings to our childrenO how we fail themO how we nail them.Sunset- my colourAnd King is my nameDarkness- she's my loverAnd we live in shameToo far away!From the light of the dayAnd so near, and so near, near...Can I break through the silence that has taken my placeOn the plains of the morning that I just could not face?Asking you these questions-Telling you these lies-Enveloping directions-Developing disguise-Open to suggestions-But closed to all my eyes.Dead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I stand.Space is just an ashtrayFlesh is my best wheelThe atmosphere's my highwayAnd the landscape's my next mealI need my own good fridayAnd I'm trying my best to fix the dealDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I stand.I am the new crowned landlordOf all beneath my starQueuing up for doomsdayIn my homesick motor carBorn before my motherDied before my pa.Dead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I standDead on arrival, right where I stand.The cuckoo- she moves through the dawn fanfareThe dew leaves the rooves in the magic airFeel a finger running through my nightmares lairFeel most together with my nowhere stareAnd you know me wellAh, but what the hellOnly time can tell, where am I going to...Me and my womanMe and my little womanMe and my womanMe and my little woman. From Letras Mania