40: Live In London

I thought I had been every place a man could be
'Till I met a lady who brought me to my knees
The day I stop loving is the day that I die
But now I'm running from her game 'cause the lady is a lie

I've got a choice
Run away or be torn to shreds
I've got a life and I want to live
Don't want to be dead

I met her down in the underground
Got a taste of the low life, just creepin' around
I got what I came for and more, that's for sure
'Cause now I'm running from her game, can't take any more

I've got a choice
Run away or be torn to shreds
I've got a life and I want to live
Don't want to be dead

When I first met you, baby
I knew you could come on strong
But when you held a knife to me
You know, that just ain't too friendly
I've heard of liberated,
But that's so understated
I should have listened to them
When they told me you were crazy
And you said I was a runaway

I thought I had a girl
And all because I seen her.
I thought I had a girl
And all because I seen her.
Her hair was golden brown (yes it was)
Blowin' free like a cornfield.

She was far away
I found it hard to reach her.
She told me you can try
But it's impossible to find her.

In my dreams everything was all right
In your schemes you can only try.

Throw down the sword,
The fight is done and over,
Neither lost, neither won.
To cast away the fury of the battle
And turn my weary eyes for home.

There were times when I stood at death's own door
Only hoping for an answer.

Throw down the sword,
And leave the glory
A story time can never change.
To walk the road, the load I have to carry
A journey's end, a wounded soul.

There were times when I stood at death's own door
Only searching for an answer.

Like to have you 'round
With all the lies that you make
The things or darkness and you
Some people say, have just a taste
Right or wrong, you might get burned
What you gain is what you learn

Got one too many women
Don't know quite which way to go
They're all gettin' so expensive
When they walk by themselves
Right or wrong, don't regret
What you went for is what you get

No point in bitter tears
When someone else has cut you down
'Cause there's a time for leavin'
And there's a time for stickin' around, hey
Right or wrong, you've got to live
So what you collect is what you give

In the fire, the king will come.
Thunder rolls, piper and drum.
Evil sons, overrun,
Count their sins judgment comes.

The checkerboard of nights and days
Man will die, man be saved.
The sky will fall, the earth will pray,
When judgment comes to claim its day.

See the word of the prophet
On a stone in his hand.
Poison pen revelation,
Or just a sign in the sand?

The checkerboard of nights and days
Man will die, man be saved.
The sky will fall, the earth will pray,
When judgment comes to claim its day.

See the word of the prophet
On a stone in his hand.
Poison pen revelation,
Or just a sign in the sand?