Massacre - Hard Working Americans

Last call, last dime

You generalize all the time

I hate to tell you but your slip is showing and

I’d hate to see you walk around not knowing

I know I say that I ran away but

We both know how it’s just talk

At the end of the day if

The time ever came who would run away

If they knew they could walk

It was easy, too easy to do

If you ever walk out on me baby

I’m coming after you

I’m coming after you

Broken people can’t be stopped or saved

We’re like hurricanes or tidal waves

We leave a little mark on you like oh so what

So does lipstick around the sidewalk end of a cigarette butt

You know lately you don’t even call me

Half of the time when you tell me you will

You know they could bury

This town into the cold ground

Before they’d ever slow down that rumor mill

It just churns and turns out

Another every other couple down

Until I hear from you

I’ve got to listen to what’s going around

There’s nothing in this world I would rather do

Than roll around forever In some heaven with you

If there ain’t no heaven that’ll be alright too, won’t it?

Hell no, it won’t, but what are we going to do about it?

Nothing

Baby, maybe just call me once in awhile

When you tell me you will

You know they could bury

This town into the cold ground

Before they’ll ever slow down that rumor mill

It just churns and turns out

Another every other couple down

Until I hear from you

I’ve got to listen to what’s going around

Until I hear from you

I’ve got to listen to what’s going around