The Last American Cowboy lyrics

Song information

Artist: The Bled
Album: Found In The Flood

Lyrics

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 misplace in a world that
"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 dont 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 worse and nothing could be
Worse and I know why
And what do I have left?
The composer just went deaf
The singer lost his breathe, in the glow of the crowd
The dancer's on a crutch
The writer drank to 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 our tombs
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
And I know, my love, it follows you, to your grave
To your grave

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Found In The Flood" album track list