Well we realized so long, long ago, and I bet you,
that we've seen it all, the lies wont get you
I've got fourteen miles to go,
I've got rythem comin' sence I've got the sto
But I won't wanna come around our love So why?
If you are rich, I'm gonna hang you on the wall
I'ma find you
And when I find you, I'm gonna get your lovin' arms today
So we fight to get, we fight to ger our weary arms to bed
Real love's somthing that I still hope people make there own places to
go
And now in '94 were gonna lie some more
In 1994 were going to die some more
It it ever going to be the last show?
It's going to be the last drive,
boss to proud to make the cars that we drive
The women don't mind, I've got ample time,
they don't wonder why that they do
That's work that we do, a work that we do is work that we do