Slow Down
Slow down;
you're taking things too fast for me.
Slow down;
you're making things too hard for me.
What made you lie to me?
What made you cry?
I still don't see
what made you lay with me;
what were you thinking?
Why did you walk away?
Why won't you talk;
I've lots to say?
Why do you play with me
when you've been drinking?
Slow down;
you're taking things too fast for me.
Slow down;
you're making things too hard for me.
When did you change your mind?
Did you arrange
things so I'd find
that I am in so deep,
I might be sinking?
How can you be so cold?
You mock me
as my dreams unfold.
You make me feel so small,
I must be shrinking.
Slow down;
you're taking things too fast for me.
Slow down;
you're making things too hard for me.
You lead me on, I drag my feet
then I catch up but you retreat.
You tie me down, I struggle free.
You lock me in, I break the door.
I walk away but you want more.
You change the rules and make me play.
I can't get away...
Slow down;
you're taking things too fast for me.
Slow down;
you're making things too hard for me.
Slow down...
Slow down...
Slow down...
One Man Army
He rode out of the sunset
on a horse of silvery-white;
he'd been travelling
for many days and nights.
He was the legendary hero
from stories of old;
bullets made of silver,
buttons made of gold.
She'd been calling out for help,
he was the answer to her prayers
to rid the town of all the criminals
and the low down, dirty mayor.
Even though she was a no good bitchy whore,
she didn't deserve this anymore.
He was the one man army,
the killing machine,
the bane of all evil
from every childhood dream.
One man army.
Killing machine.
Bane of all evil
from every childhood dream.
He was faster on the draw
than all the men in town
and was quite prepared to prove the point
if it came to a showdown.
The men in black all knew it
and didn't want to face
the rest of time in a six-foot hole
'cos of this gun-slinging ace.
He was the one man army,
the killing machine,
the bane of all evil
from every childhood dream.
One man army.
Killing machine.
Bane of all evil
from every childhood dream.
The main street was deserted.
No-one dared to step outside,
except the mayor and his posse
who had nowhere else to hide.
The clock it struck eleven,
the guns began to roar
and thirty seconds later
there were bodies on the floor.
As he rides into the sunset
and fades into the haze,
a town of grateful citizens
can look to better days.
Whenever there's a tyrant
causing misery or hurt,
it only takes one man
to leave them face down in the dirt...
He was the one man army,
the killing machine,
the bane of all evil
from every childhood dream.
One man army.
Killing machine.
Bane of all evil
from every childhood dream.
The Glory of Your Gaze
I see the trees
sway in the breeze;
dancing,
like you dance with me.
I watch the clouds
blown through the sky;
pillows
on which you could lie.
I see the sun
making rainbows
in your praise.
I see the moon
bask in the glory
of your gaze.
I hear the birds
up on the wire;
singing,
like they're your personal choir.
I see the waves
roll in on the tide.
White horses
upon which you could ride.
I see the sun
making rainbows
in your praise.
I see the moon
bask in the glory
of your gaze.
Every time I pass you by
I try to catch your eye
and smile the smile
that says I love you.
Every night, when I turn out
the light, I wanna wrap
my arms around you tight
and hold you close.
Every morning, when I feel
the glory of the sun
come pouring in the room,
I want to see you.
I wanna be near you.
My love is true...
I count the stars
as they fill up the night;
sparkling
like the gleam in your eyes.
I need a bridge
to cross the divide
that keeps you
from being at my side.
I see the sun
making rainbows
in your praise.
I see the moon
bask in the glory
of your gaze.
I see the sun
making rainbows
in your praise.
I see the moon
bask in the glory
of your gaze.
Red Light
Red light.
Hidden in the shadows;
cold bites,
she don't wear a coat.
Pretty girl,
she feels unwanted.
Cruel world;
is life a joke?
Turning tricks
to please old men.
She lies,
she cries,
she tries to hide,
she dies in her imagination.
She lays,
she prays,
she counts the days;
she waits for her emancipation
...her liberation.
Left home;
she was only fifteen.
Hit the road
to chase her dreams.
Met a guy,
said he'd sort her troubles.
Pretty soon
she's on the streets.
Turning tricks
to please old men.
She lies,
she cries,
she tries to hide,
she dies in her imagination.
She lays,
she prays,
she counts the days;
she waits for her emancipation
...her liberation.
And when she cries
no-one comforts her.
And when she hides
the demons find her.
When she lays,
she thinks of Jesus
but when she prays
there is no answer.
Red light.
Hidden in the shadows.
Needle bites;
it dulls the pain.
Getting high
don't make it easy.
Clouded mind
keeps the fear away
When she's turning tricks
to please old men.
She lies,
she cries,
she tries to hide,
she dies in her imagination.
She lays,
she prays,
she counts the days;
she waits for her emancipation
...her liberation.
