The Tragedy Of Our Times

You've got to take care
Just what it is you wish for
One wish might come true
Then what's left to do?
You've got to take care
Just what it is you dream of
Dreams can't be replaced
When they're smashed in your face

These are the tragedies of our times
That you might get just what you want

You've got to take care
Just who it is that you trust
Trust don't come for free
Broke so thoughtlessly
You've got to take care
Just who it is that you love
Love don't come for cheap
Broke it cuts so deep

These are the tragedies of our times
That you might get just what you want

The Damned/Jaded

When you're finally gone for good, will you remember me?
When you've done what you know you should, and you're finally free
Just please remember girl, you have let me fall
How does it feel to be dead, it doesn't feel at all
It doesn't feel at all, I don't feel at all

Now you're finally on your way, and I'm all alone
At least I can be happy for you, you're on your way home
Just please remember love, you have ground my face in the dirt
Well, the damned have a blessing to count, at least it doesn't hurt
At least it doesn't hurt, at least...

Now that I feel like a twenty-dollar forty-year old whore
Well I done it so much I don't feel it no more
I am jaded
Jaded, faded, jaded

Now that I feel like a soldier to long on the front-line
I have lost my friends, I've lost my self-respect, I think I've lost my mind
I am jaded
Jaded, faded, jaded

Now that I feel like a junkie getting ready for the cold shot
What I was looking for, thought it might've been the truth, now I know it's not
I am jaded
Jaded, faded, jaded

Mr. Moriarty

Mr. Moriarty, what have you done?
Stripped of excuses, see how we burn
Mr. Moriarty, what have you done?
Stripped of our bullshit we learned to learn

Wisdom greater than our own
You taught to us beneath the stone
And when it came our time to pay
You ditched your rules of how to play
Tuition for the looking glass
All messiahs want a peice of ass

Mr. Moriarty, what have you done?
Stripped of your bullshit, what do we learn?
Mr. Moriarty, what have you done?
Bedtime stories of a rapist on the run

Wisdom greater than our own
You taught to us beneath the stone
And when it came our time to pay
You ditched your rules of how to play
Tuition for the looking glass
All messiahs want a peice of ass

I.M.

Maybe we've had good times, maybe we've had bad times
Maybe now we've got no time at all
Maybe we were brothers, or maybe we were lovers
Maybe we should run because I've seen it, think it's gonna fall

Long time now I been walkin' this road
Love a little rest for to loosen my load
I'm so weak, so tired
But you got no time when you're under fire
I am a victimless crime
I am a shadow in time

Maybe I'm a good man, maybe I'm a bad man
Maybe I am not the man I seem
Maybe it's a good life, or maybe it's a bad life
Maybe this is not real life at all, just some muddy fuddled dream

Long time now I've been singing this song
My cup is still half full but the other half's gone
I'm so sick, so all alone
When you've got no love you got no home
I am the noise on the line
I'm the end of your piece of mind

Maybe once I knew her, maybe I saw through her
Maybe my false face already cracked
Maybe I can still try, maybe I can still die
Maybe I can still get on that train that goes out to no coming back

Long time now I've been crying these tears
Thirteen hours and a hundred some years
Here's where I quit, I've had enough
It hurts alot, you know I'm not that tough
I am that knock on your door
I am the blood on the floor
 

all material © Copyright 1984-1986 Matthew A. Mairs