Bullet Train To Hell
Had lost four fingers had faded tattoos
I asked him one day to whom do killers pray
And he said to me as he looked away
Well god don't even know my name
For I live my whole life in shame
God is in me – god is in you
And god's love has been abused
God don't even know my name
Had to fight a Baptist preacher
Who had drank too much
He took a swing at me but I ducked his punch
I pushed him to the ground
And as he rose out of the dirt
I asked â€â€
Foreign Lover
They said: You have a broken voice box
Now how you gonna be a star
Why did you make that foolish left turn
And run right into that car
Into that car, into that car
Why did you run into that car, into that car
Riding high, racing heart
All aglow with excitement
If dreams could come true, only two weeks to go
And my feet flying off the pavement
But who would have thought at that innocent corner
How blinded by time I would be
The road to hell appears out of nowhere
And stays indefinitely
They said: You have a broken voice box
Now how you gonna be a star
Why did you make that foolish left turn
And run right into that car
Into that car, into that car
Why did you run into that car, into that car
Dream again, I dream again
Oh, I remember the pain
Maybe I should see a soothsayer
And ask what's in the game
Is it storm and clouds before the rainbow
Or neon lights on Broadway
Or is it just a freak of chance that steroids are messin' up my brain
[Composed by Angeli; ©1991 Shenai Song Productions (ASCAP)]