Prayer for the Paranoid - Mojave 3

I’ll send you a letter

From the front line

Please send applause

And some good advice

You were born with a compass

A map on your table

Tell me how did you find out

Your bearings were wrong

Just pray for us

Pray for sunshine

These days are cold

And I’m missing you

The city is no place to loose

Ah but I never thought

I could choose

It was plain from the start

Plain from the start

I was playing for time

I need laughter

And love

Some special drug

I need cigarettes

There’s killers behind us

Devils ahead

Send protection

I will drown in this city

I will drown in this trench

Boilt for us

And the only thing left

Yeah the only thing left

Is the running

And these clouds keep on rolling

And I, I don’t know why

Take this guitar out of my hands

I surrender

This town don’t need drunkcards

Or singers of bad poetry

They need dancing and drugs and laughter

And we don’t have them

Just pray for us

Pray for sunshine

These days are cold

And I’m missing you

This letter

Was meant for your eyes

Destroy it and then

Just go hide

You’re the only thing left

That makes any sense

Please don’t blow it