LYRICS
作曲 : Henri Woode/Theodore McRae/William Bird
The cowboy kills the rock star
And Friday night's gone too far
The dim light hides all the years
On all the faded girls
Forgotten but not gone
You drink it off your mind
You talk about the world
Like it's someplace that you've been
And you're living in a world
That you're best forgotten around here
You choke down all your anger
Forget your only son
You pray to statues when you're sobered up for fun
Your anger don't impress me
The world slapped in your face
It always rains like hell
on the losers day parade
See you'd love to run home
[01:09.00]but u know u ain't got one
and your livin' in a world
that you're best forgotten
And when you're thinking you're a joke
And nobody's gonna listen
To one small point
I know they've been missin' around here
[01:07.00]You see you'd love to run home
But u know u ain't got one
And you're livin' in a world
Where you're best forgotten
And if you're thinking you're a joke
Do you think that they'll listen
To that one small point
I know they've been missing around here
[02:35.00][01:23.00][00:18.00]A little weaker than you used to be
[03:28.00][02:38.00][02:31.00][01:26.00][01:19.00][00:21.00][00:13.00]Broadway is dark tonight
[02:43.00][01:31.00][00:26.00]See the young man sitting in the old man's bar
[02:47.00][01:35.00][00:30.00]waiting for his turn to die