Band - Tombstone lyrics

It impatience that holding back the clocks It a life of dates and documents The soul searchers wheel and deal If youe looking for repentance Theyl hand you down a sentence Far away in Pittsburg or Paris Love for sale and so reasonably priced The answers are few and far between It just bed sheets, my friend Theye blowin?in the wind Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day Il meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone There a pump organ that lives on air I can hear it from the market place Pallid mourners in the crowd Some are withered but alive Where a burnin?past can find The parishioners pour into the square Thinking there before his grace go I By they are mum with deafened ears The neediest of sinners Will forget it before dinner Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day Il meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Are you the jailer or will you set me free How many misdemeanors can one felony Tombstone Chorus Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face One day Il meet you down at that special place The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire And I can tell a shooting star from a bird on fire Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone Tombstone, Tombstone