Lyrics
Remember
the
morning
we
dug
up
your
gun
The
worms
in
the
barrel,
the
hanging
sun
Those
first
nervous
evenings
of
perfume
and
gin
The
lost
smell
on
your
breath
as
I
helped
you
get
it
in
The
rush
of
your
lips,
the
feel
of
your
name
The
beat
of
your
heart,
the
devil's
arcade
You
said
heroes
are
needed
so
heroes
get
made
Somebody
made
a
bet,
somebody
paid
The
cool
desert
morning,
then
nothing
to
save
Just
metal
and
plastic
where
your
body
caved
The
slow
games
of
poker
with
Lieutenant
Ray
In
the
ward
with
the
blue
walls,
a
sea
with
no
name
Where
you
lie
adrift
with
the
heroes
of
the
devil's
arcade
You
sleep
and
you
dream
of
your
buddies
Charlie
and
Jim
And
wake
with
a
thick
desert
dust
on
your
skin
A
voice
says,
"don't
worry,
I'm
here"
Just
whisper
the
word
"tomorrow"
in
my
ear
A
house
on
a
quiet
street,
a
home
for
the
brave
A
glorious
kingdom
of
the
sun
on
your
face
Rising
from
a
long
night
as
dark
as
the
grave
On
a
thin
chain
of
next
moments
and
something
like
faith
On
a
morning
to
order
a
breakfast
to
make
A
bed
draped
in
sunshine,
a
body
that
waits
For
the
touch
of
your
fingers,
the
end
of
the
day
The
beat
of
your
heart,
the
beat
of
your
heart
The
beat
of
your
heart,
the
beat
of
your
heart
The
beat
of
your
heart,
the
beat
of
her
heart
The
beat
of
your
heart,
the
slow
burning
away
Of
the
bitter
fires
of
the
devil's
arcade
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.