I saw your face in an old home video
You use to be my hero
There's too much turmoil in this white city
Stuffing it up our nose, still with pity
And it will never be the same
Close your eyes and count down to ten
Walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
The good times are history
Walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
It's a boulevard of misery
Thinking about all those people I use to know
Now they just pass me by, in the snow
And all I need is another cigarette
I can sit back and pretend to forget
I missed my chance by an oversight
Why did I get so high that night?
Walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
The good times are history
Walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
It's a boulevard of misery
And there's nothing left to see
Just shades on the walls of graffiti
I saw your face in an old home video
You use to be my hero
You use to be my hero
You use to be my hero
My hero
Walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
The good times are history
Walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
It's a boulevard of misery
Walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
The good times are history
So walk with me down memory lane
It's not what it used to be
It's a boulevard of misery
So walk with me
So walk with me
Down memory lane
Wondering through these empty streets
Dead end bars and jilted hearts
Are we going anywhere?
We're in a wasteland of despair
We know where we are now
In the wrong direction
We've gone so far now
And there's no looking back
Are we waiting for a rapture?
To save us from the lonely night
Are we waiting for a rapture?
To live an afterlife where our stars shine bright
Are we waiting for a rapture?
I see her beauty everyday
It doesn't help me, why can't she stay?
As we crawl into our empty bed
I feel the shock how you shot me dead
My friends are all sinking
In the same boat, in a sullen sea
And I've been thinking
About the girl who stole a little part of me
Are we waiting for a rapture?
To save us from the lonely night
A beautiful moment to capture
To live an afterlife where our stars shine bright
Are we waiting for a rapture?
We thought we knew you
But everyone goes through changes
Keep on dreaming
Keep on dreaming 'till the dream has gone
Are we waiting for a rapture?
To save us from the lonely night
A beautiful moment to capture
To live an afterlife where our stars shine bright
Are we waiting for a rapture?
Lift me up, be my drug baby
There's no cure, all I need is you
All I need is you
Misfits living in a damnation
Forever stuck, there's no substitute
You're like a prostitute
Dead end dolls, there's no love left in you
Dead end dolls, don't tease me with your pretty lies
Take your choice, is this a way of life?
Lipstick on, feed us with your lust
And corporate smile
Is this who you are?
You're looking like a porno star
Sell yourself off to the masses
No freedom of speech
Just party on tonight
Live it up all night
Dead end dolls, don't cheapen yourself for me
Dead end dolls, don't tease me with your sleazy tricks
Take your choice, is this a way of life?
Is this your way of life?
Is this a way of life?
The future doesn't look so bright for you
The future doesn't look so bright for you
Take your choice, is this way of life?
Is this your way of life?
Is this a way of life?
Out of luck and out of love
We will take, just one last stand
To retaliate and initiate
Exit the day, blow them away
And when we return
The bridges will burn
We will reunite in our tribal army
Our dreams are dead, we're in the devil's bed
But it's not the end, we will find revelation
I will take, just one last breath
For dignity, for our anxiety
And when we return
The bridges will burn
We will reunite in our tribal army
The demons will disappear
And allay our darkest fears
Flooding like a tsunami
In our tribal army
Line up the solitude soldiers
Line up the solitude soldiers
Line up the solitude soldiers
Line up the solitude soldiers
about
A virtual lockdown mini-concert. Andy performs 4 tracks live in the studio, from his 4th solo album 'Journal For The Jilted Generation'
credits
released May 5, 2020
Andy Hughes:
Vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, bass, drums, mixing
James Pepper:
Drums on track 3 (Dead End Dolls)
Dante DiCarlo:
Audio Mastering
Martin Drury:
Photography
Recorded at Personal Noise Studios (Andy's Place)
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