The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The Walkabouts
The burden I carry
Is the story I tell
Those in purgatory
Singin' fondly of hell
This ain't no fluke
It's no sleight of hand
You're a real piece of work
I hear you comin' again
Keep your friends close
Keep your enemies closer
My hand on your throat
I can't make it any looser
Well I went AWOL
I went askew
The best years of my life spent
A-runnin' from you
You old soul thief
You will not capture me
Got me in your sights
You play cat and mouse
I'm the Last of the Mohicans
I'm the last holdout
The wind is a siren
A ghost on my back
I got nowhere to run
Don't have to tell you that
Down from the mountain
Down with a shudder
Down like a torrent
Down like no other
Someday I'll find
The sleep that I've sought
Deep in the canyons
When the wars have been lost
If I lose
Then let me loose
And if win
I'll roll them dice again