Band – Tombstone lyrics

It抯 impatience that抯 holding back the clocks It抯 a life of dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If you抮e looking for repentance They抣l hand you down a sentence Far away in Pittsburg or Paris Love抯 for sale and so reasonably priced The answers are few and far between It just bed sheets, my friend They抮e blowin?in the wind Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day I抣l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone There抯 a pump organ that lives on air I can hear it from the market place Pallid mourners in the crowd Some are withered but alive Where a burnin?past can find The parishioners pour into the square Thinking there before his grace go I By they are mum with deafened ears The neediest of sinners Will forget it before dinner Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day I抣l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Are you the jailer or will you set me free How many misdemeanors can one felony Tombstone Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day I抣l meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can抰 tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Explain Request ×

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