I've Convinced Everybody But Me
would you expect any less from the people at the top?
taking lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up.
for the beats, beats that go with losing any war,
while the winners write the history books defeated die poor
cold and alone, dead and disintegrating,
more bereft of life than an old jackson pollack painting
i can get with this and i can see it all now
before the hail of bullets there is silence, the pow
it's not funny cuz when you think you're on the a-tip you slip
it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too much anyway
it's like w
taking lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up.
for the beats, beats that go with losing any war,
while the winners write the history books defeated die poor
cold and alone, dead and disintegrating,
more bereft of life than an old jackson pollack painting
i can get with this and i can see it all now
before the hail of bullets there is silence, the pow
it's not funny cuz when you think you're on the a-tip you slip
it must be this fucking dark winter weather, i torture myself too much anyway
it's like w
In the Still of the Night
Writer(s): Cole Porter
In the still of the night
As I gaze out of my window
At the moon in its flight
My thoughts all stray, stray to you
In the still of the night
While the world lies in slumber
Oh the times without number
When I say to you
Do you love me
Just like I love you
Are you my life to be
That dream come true
Or will this dream of mine
Will it fade way out of sight
Just like that moon growing dim
Way out on the rim of the hill
In the still of the night