The Instance
Throw your arms 'round my neck and don't cry
Though in shackles and chains they will take me
To a prison to stay til I die
And at night through the bars I will gaze at the stars
And long for your sweet kiss in vain
A piece of stone I will use for my pillow
While I'm sleeping in shackles and chains
Put your arms through these bars once my darling
Let me kiss those sweet lips I love best
In heartache you're my consolation
And in sorrow my haven of rest
And at night through the bars I will gaze at the stars
Th
luckiest
You took a trip and climbed a tree
At Robert Sledge's party
And there you stayed 'till morning came
And you were not the same after that
You gave your life to Jesus Christ
And after all your friends went home
You came down, you looked around
And you were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
(Ahhh ahhh)
You were not the same after that
You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on...
To it
You took the word and made it heard
And eased the people's pain and for that
You were idolised, immortalised
And you were not the same after that
Walking tall, you'd bought it all
And you were not the same after that
Till someone died on the waterslide
And you were not the same after that
You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on you're hanging on to it
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
(YOU WERE NOT THE SAME!)
(ooh ooh ooh ooh)
You see 'em drop like flies from the bright sunny skies
They come knocking at your door with this look in their eyes
You've got one good trick and you're hanging on
you're hanging on:
You're hanging on:
You're hanging on: