Last American Cowboy - The Bled

Brace yourself for the plight of the born

As the spotlight strips you bare

Just a useless Act in the Play of Life

Cast as the role of «The Lover»

And I feel slightly misplaced in a world of «Fuck or Be Fucked»

Kill the lights

Letch

One more time and say it like you mean it

Lush

One more time and tell it like you feel it

Lover

You’ve got talent but I just don’t see it

Wrap your hook around my neck and get me off, get me off, get me off your stage

In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth

And every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise

And I know disguise the lies that you fed me last night these plots are

breeding grounds for nothing but the worst and nothing could be worse and I

know why

And what do I have left?

The composer just went deaf

The singer lost his breath

In the glow of the crowd

The dancer’s on a crutch

The writer drank too much

The director lost his touch

In the glow of the crowd

Can you resist the urge to burn the script we wrote?

bring on the flood before

we choke

Applause engulfs the room

We bow into out tombs

Sing me one more line so I can sleep

Sing me one more line so I can sleep

Sing me one more line so I can sleep

This is all you need

My love, it follows you to your grave

To your grave

My love, it follows you to your grave

To your grave

In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth

And every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise

And I know disguise the lies that you fed me last night these plots are

breeding grounds for nothing but the worst and nothing could be worse and I

know why

In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth

And every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise

And I know disguise the lies that you fed me last night these plots are

breeding grounds for nothing but the worst and nothing could be worse and I

know why