Biscuits lyrics

The morning is dead and the day, is, too.
The step is up here to meet me but the velvet fool.
All my loveliness I have felt today.
It's a little more than enough to make a man throw himself away.

And I continue to burn the midnight lamp alone.

Now the smiling portrait of you is still hanging on my frowning wall
It really doesn't really doesn't bother me to watch at all

(V. Reid, C. Glover, W. Calhoun, M. Skillings)

I see you crying in the sunshine
I hear you laughing in the rain
You say you can't tell any difference
Between the pleasure and the pain

You say you never ever dream at night time
You say you only dream when you're awake
And say that T.V. looks like your life
And the life you lead is fake

Desperate People
Desperate People

(a.green / m.hodges)

You know in this
Sin sick world we live in
Gotta have something
To help you through the day
In this world full of frustration
Lack of hope, despair
There’s something in this world
To help your day
No, I’m not talking ’bout drugs, baby
No, I’m not talking ’bout alcohol
What I’m talkin’ ’bout love and - love and happiness

(A.Green / M.Hodges)

you know in this
sin sick world we live in
gotta have something
to help you through the day
in this world full of frustration
lack of hope, despair
there's something in this world
to help your day
no, i'm not talking 'bout drugs, baby
no, i'm not talking 'bout alcohol
what i'm talkin' 'bout love and - love and happiness

something's going wrong
someone's on the phone

i don't care about your dreams of peace
i don't care about your please lord please
i don't care about your africa
i don't care about your ancestors

'cause money talks and i'm listening to the sound
money talks and it's the only sound that counts

i don't care about your truth to tell
i don't care about your heaven - hell
i don't care about your rock and roll

(J. Brown / B. Byrd)

You can't tell me how to run my life down
and you can't tell me how to keep my fitness sound
you can't tell me what i'm doing wrong
when you keep dialing and sing that same old funny song
you can't tell me which way to go
cause i'm six and seven and then some more

like a dull knife that just can't cut
just talking a lot and saying nothing