She had a criminal conversation with the devil
On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry
She said she'd finally found a way to start a family
But not one soul could conceive...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
The streets are doing a wardance
As their sight is restored to the blind
And I'm sifting trash on the offchance
That there might be something to find
And mary lets her fingers ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
When there's not enough rigor but there's too much rigor mortis
You've got to ration love because you know that there's a shortage
She'll take you with a pinch of salt
And she'll g...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
If I die tomorrow
Don't read too much into this song
I'll be as surprised as you are
I always get predictions wrong
If I die tomorrow
Break out and play my best guitars
Don't...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
It is a twenty four hour operation with a skeleton staff
The profits almost double when they cut the work force in half
The boss votes the way the money goes, and the flags fly a...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
Sometimes when you get mystic
I have to leave the room
Another accident statistic
While the big bass drum goes boom
There's an apocalypse now on station road
If there's a nuclear w...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
Come gather round and listen, if you can get that near
If not, we'll use a microphone so all poor souls can hear
And hold hands in a circle, or stare bored straight ahead
Rejoice i...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
As I was out walking one night in the park
Cupid was out on the town in the dark
And I couldn't resist as I saw him walk by
So I asked him why he had a tear in his eye
He said "I'...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
In an office two miles underground
They can't tell night from day
Secretaries typing errors of judgement
In eternally full in-trays
Phones ring in, get put on hold
Well I'm just wa...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding
I live in the dead centre of town
Where every landlorn sailor comes to drown
Where great ideas extinguish without sound
And all my fickle friends have gone to ground
So they will n...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - John Wesley Harding