Eight Fingers Down - Cowboy Streets And Indian Avenues lyrics

Monday morning same old story Would you care if I changed it? Waking up to cries and bad news Glycerin on the tissues Cobwebs spotless art of the hopeless Shooting bullets at depression But not this time Complaining today This time you're going to do things right Wasting away Day in and day out of your life Don't be afraid Walk through the dark without a light Complaining today This time you're going to do things right The bullet's headed right to my misfortunes Wounds of freedom I'm starting to bring back time The letters spelling out a dire story Read the fine lines I'm running, I did my time Complaining today This time you're going to do things right Wasting away Day in and day out of your life Don't be afraid Walk through the dark without a light Complaining today This time you're going to do things right