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Here are some of the Lyrics from the "Kill to Get Crimson" album... for more lyrics CLICK HERE
True Love Will Never Fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
I wonder if there's no forever
No walking hand in hand
Down a yellow brick road
To never never land
These days I get to where I'm going
Make it there eventually
Follow the trail of breadcrumbs
To where I'm meant to be
To where I'm meant to be
I don't know what brought you to me
That was up to you
There's so many come to see me
Who want their own tattoo
I fixed a needle in a holder
Laid my hand upon your spine
And there upon your shoulder
I drew the picture as your sign
When I think about us
I see the picture that we made
The picture to remind us
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
I worked the rowdies and daytrippers
Now and then I think of you
Any which way we're all shufflin'
Forward in the queue
They like to move my operation
They like to get me off the pier
And I dream I'm on a steamer
Pullin' out of here
When I think about us
I see a picture that we made
The picture to remind us
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
Punish the Monkey
They're driving long nails into coffins
You've been having sleepless nights
You've gone as quiet as a church mouse
and checking on your rights
The boss has hung you out to dry
And it looks as though
they'll punish the monkey
and let the organ grinder go
You've been talking to a lawyer
Are you gonna pretend
that you and your employer
are still the best of friends?
Somebody's going to take the fall
There's your quid pro quo
They'll punish the monkey
They'll punish the monkey, yeah
They'll punish the monkey
and let the organ grinder go
Here comes a policeman
He won't be sidetracked
He's asking about a smoking gun
He's after the facts
It's a quiet life from here on in
You've dropped your poison cup
The telephone is ringing
But you're not picking up
Time's up, Sir Lord Flunkey
And everybody knows
they'll punish the monkey
(they'll punish the monkey)
they'll punish the monkey, yeah
(they'll punish the monkey)
they'll punish the monkey
and let the organ grinder go
they'll punish the monkey
(they'll punish the monkey)
they'll punish the monkey, yeah
(they'll punish the monkey)
they'll punish the monkey
and let the organ grinder go
ooh punish the monkey
punish the monkey
punish the monkey
punish the monkey |
