The Slow - Mo' King



This Girl She Looks So Pretty

Even The Angels Dream

You Held Her In Your Heart One Time

I Held Her Just The Same

I've Watched Her Sow Her Seed Of Solace

In Comforts Strangers Bring

Where It All Comes Down

To A Painted Clown

Pouring Out Another Dream



There's Blood On Every Jukebox

Every Steenbeck And Movie Screen

Blood Payin' For Every Tortured Thought

Every Precious Broken Dream

I'm Not Tired Of The Horse Race

I Just Can't Care Who Wins

It's A Cold Night Under Starlight

If You're Still Hung Up On The “might Have Beens”



All These Stars They Shine So Bright

On The Hill Where The Church Bell Ring

Sing Hosanahs With The Saints Tonight

Riding High On The Slow-mo'

And The Slow-Mo' King



A Ghost Bride Says . . . Nothin'

So Write With Pride Your Requiems

Burn With Shame For Ophelia's Sin

But Love Her Just The Same

As You Light A Candle For The Lonely

You Offer Up A Fractured Hymn

To Right The Wrong

Who'll Do What's Right

And Shine A Light - For The Slow-Mo' King?



All These Stars They Shine So Bright

On The Hill Where The Church Bell Swing

Sing Hosanahs With The Saints Tonight

I'm Ridin' Higher Than Any Livin' Thing

Riding Shotgun With The Saints Tonight

Riding High On The Slow-mo'

And The Slow-Mo' King



Saw Your Footage Of The Dying

Heard Your Sermon For The Sick

While All Around Were Babies Crying

To Do Right, You'd Better Do Right Quick



As The Camera Burns The Iris

The Iris Burns The Soul

The Deepest Blues You Never Use

Are The Blues You Dare Not Show



Lawyers Look For Action

Hitmen Want Every Movie Cut

They Say “Baby, He's No Star Attraction”

Who Is . . .if They're Looking For A Shot?

Who's Gonna Walk The Extra Mile For Him

When Every Golden Gate Shuts Shop?

I Roll It Over One More Time

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