Track 02
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When you know how we rose. When you know
how we rode. How we raise and how we fold.
When you know.

Has your castle of cards started tumbling?
Oh baby do you know about dating?
Oh honey do you know about chastity, destiny,

daring? When you know
you just remember,
we are wolves and this is wolf weather.
We are wolves and this is wolf weather.
Rise

when you know it was me,
sheriff where baby made a scene.
And there were always ways to find you,
you are my queen of spades.

In the morning milk and honey
and you’re sure you’re near the end.
Look over your carnage baby
if there’s sunlight in your head.

In a room with your two-timer
and she drags you by your feet
from under the bed where you been hiding
a thousand leagues beneath the sea.

At night in bed you’ll feel the sea again
if there’s moonlight in your head.
A sea, indeed, cause if baby wants to bleed
then we’re painting the town red.

But you know that through friends or through fire,
I will be taking your hand.
Hands strike high noon, your two timer
Draws from the moon. You reach for the sky,
and the star of the law loves the land, like a tar sand.

Take a walk on the Western side.
Don’t tell me to go.
Don’t, don’t, don’t you know?
I’ll lay you out on the West side.
Maybe you won’t. Bethlehem’s too big
for the both of us babe.

I’ve been going all night,
all star! And I’ve been going cookoo!
As a weathervane,
where the bird hangs,
it’s a sign to me
cash, oil,
potpourri—

Runaways, we are kings of Orient all!
What are we waiting for?
Nightfall!

In the morning back in Vegas
and you find you’re on the street,
swinging arms with a young lady,
sister to a slot machine.

In the land of milk and honey
you must find a gambling man.
Look over your carnage baby
when you’re hung up by your hands.

Go back
jack, do it again
Wheels turning round and
round you
go back, jack, do it again.
’cause your son is set.

Take a walk on the Western side,
the neon signs there will be quoting the bible
on fire on the air. I don’t know
if we’re guilty, the red’s changed hands so
many times, my black suits are all bloody. But
if it’s a baby, if it’s bare,
I will raise, bet
the farm for the manger,
take your father’s name.
And we’ll play house in Vegas,
a house of cards. Curled,
we’ll take our walks on the West side,
so remote from the Western world.