Seven Years Gone lyrics
Seven years gone
Still Tim pilot the ghost ship home He carried on But now he's all alone Dead on his feet He hits the streets of Old Town Without a dime Sweet baby's breath Can bring him back from death any time Preacher Jack High on crack Quote the Bible Pass the hat Damn the pimp Gone the gimp Mike the? on top of Jim Newspaper says: We support the Prez The war on terror Bombs away How much is life? And how much just are wars? I can't say Queen of Spades Close the window Pull the shade She had it made Back in the days of the flat top fade Stays in her room She owes the moon a fortune She could never pay She hopes and she prays But the moon won't go away
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