Album: Roll Back the Stone: 1985-2016

This song is for catching the blood you shed

For there's no escaping the quick and the dead


The beggars of madness who fall at your feet

The blind and the damaged have taken the street



You know you talk too much

Boy you must be losing your touch



For flirting with danger, for feeding the dread

For walking the streets where angels fear to tread

Got a little bit damaged as the lights went down

For taking a joy ride through the wrong side of town



For a ticket to nowhere they followed you home

For pieces of silver they've shaken your bones

Remember the madness, the time and the place

Remember the thunder that rained on your face



You couldn't talk your way out

Of a dust-up you could do without



For flirting with danger, for feeding the dread

for walking the streets where angels fear to tread

got a little bit damaged as the lights went down

for taking a joy ride through the wrong side of town



you know you talk too much

boy you must be losing your touch



for flirting with danger for feeding the dread

for walking the streets where angels fear to tread



This song is for catching the blood you shed

This song is for grieving the quick and the dead

For the blind and the damaged who followed you home

And the one eyed man who wouldn't leave you alone

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