Paint It Black The Fine art of Falling Apart Lyrics:
We hit the streets with fast beats. No surrender
and no retreat. Back then, "get in the
van" was our battle cry, even though half the
time we couldn't see eye to eye. A lot of heart, a
little luck, and just a pinch of self-destruct. If
I knew then what I know now, I'd do it all the
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same. The amp's shut down, vacuum tubes have grown
cold. Am I getting soft? Am I getting old? Am I
starting to rot? Ready or not...flip the switch,
hit the bricks this is all I've got. Feet flat,
broken back. How do we get ourselves back on
track? We try to do it right but everything goes
wrong. Did you know that I'm still in love with
that song?
Lyrics: The Fine art of Falling Apart, Paint It Black [end]