you ever heard the story, of mister faded glory say he who rides the pony must someday fall i been talkin to my alter it says life is what you make it and if you make it d**h well rest your soul away, away, away it's a broken kinda feelin, should have to tie me to the ceiling a bad moons-a-comin better say your prayers i wanna tell her that i love her but does it really matter i just can't stand to see you dragging down again, again, again this is my kinda love it's the kind that moves on it's unkind and leaves me alone repeat i used to treat you like a lady, now you're a substitute teacher this bottles not a pretty, not a pretty sight to see i owe the man some money so i'm turning over honey you see mister faded glory is once again doin time repeat chorus repeat chorus like a crown of thorns, its all who you know so don't burn your bridges woman cause someday repeat chorus etc....