Slate کے بول

A worn out joke to keep the flies away Carried it this far Got the west side winds to keep it steady We bury the hatchets we find Could carry that heavy load If I really thought it would matter Farcical hair appears As a blind side, clean the slate Working in the halls of shame Lay it down in full view Lay it down What the hell were we thinking Before the fire burned out? I can't find you now And I didn't know you then Loneliness drinks the bitters Till the cold winds warm again It's a feel for the game Mouth open wide, screams and hollers Working in the halls of shame Lay it down in full view Lay it down I gambled once and won, never made a dollar And beauty fades to grey And I pray the very best will guard her And provide the way It's a telltale sign When it's chairs up, and time to go Working in the halls of shame Lay it down in full view Lay it down