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Cyrstal Pool Lyrics

TOUGH NIGHT
I'm pounding on the church door
Hope someone's here
Coal black night, the end seems near
Gash in my head, bruised wrists
I never thought it would come to this

Tough night - Eyes in the sky
Tough night - Ghosts on the ground
Tough night - All of them want this thing I found

Copters circle 12 blocks down
Searchlights light up half the town
Scout cars growl, sirens wail
All things evil on my trail

Tough night - Cost of living
Tough night - In these strange times
Tough night - Knowledge is a capital crime
I hear footsteps so close by,
I give that damned door one more try

Nowhere to run
One place to hide
Door creaks open
I rush inside

Tough night - This night ends
Tough night - One of two ways
Tough night - A brighter dawn
Or the end of days

Tough night - Eyes in the sky
Tough night - Guns on the ground
All of them want this thing I found

GOOD NEWS TODAY!
Good News Today! Good News Today!
The sky didn't fall!
The sun went down, the sun came up,
We're still here after all

Year after year, we're fed nothing but fear
If you listen to the press, well, everything's a mess
Don't believe that stuff you hear

Good News Today! Good News Today!
The earth still spins!
Another day, another way
To fix the fix we're in

Heaven knows, we've got a long way to go
But we're still breathin' and that's enough reason
Just to get on with the show

Don't make room for the prophets of doom spreading their disease
Since days of old they've been fighting for control
With their yellin' and foretellin' that we're gonna go to hell unless we
Get down on our knees

Dry those eyes, there's no need to cry
If we all stick together it's bound to get better
All we have to do is try

Good News Today! Good News Today!
Birds still sing!
And hope still blooms that someday soon
We're sure to spread our wings

WHAT'S WITH YOU?
The night that I bought it I loaned you my luxury car
You said you were ailing and the clinic wasn't far
The next thing I hear is a knock at my front door
It's my neighbor and she saw you out in front of the liquor store

What's with you? What's with you?
Hell don't worry me half as much as you do

She's talking 'bout gunfire and the sound of exploding glass
She hits the sidewalk, you come running past
As I load up my shotgun I ask what shape my Lincoln is in
She says fine but for the hole where my windshield should have been

What's with you?...

Looked out my window and who do you think I saw?
Your old friend the sheriff and the long arm of the law
He read me my rights as they slapped the cuffs on me
I ask, "What's the charge?" He says "armed robbery"

What's with you?...

S.O.S. (DIFFERENT DAY)
And so the good times grind to a halt
Some poeple swear it's the government's fault
Grandfather sees it another way
"S.O.S different day"

Minister told me attendance gone south
People blame God when things don't work out
I looked in his eyes and all I could say,
"S.O.S different day"

Geniuses yelling all over town
"Bankers to blame for what's gone down!"
But we've been spending way more than we earn
It cost us the house, but we never learn

Money tree just dried up and died
We knew all along it was rotten inside
Looks like the devil's come for his pay
"S.O.S different day"

Hold up a minute, what's that sound?
The old gravy train just turned back around
Choirs of angels singing "Hooray!"
"S.O.S different day"
"S.O.S different day

LITTLE BLACK BOOK
Haven't seen you in a while, we all wondered where you been
Why's your hair messed up? Why're you lookin' so thin
Just one reason why you're in the shape you're in

Well, the pits of your shirt have a yellow outline
There's a hole in your jeans where the sun just don't shine
Your eyes' bloodshot, have you been crying?

I can tell by the way you wear that haunted look
Momma found your little black book

She cared for you, yes, she treated you like a king
While you ran around like you didn't owe her a thing
Sayin' you'd be true when you bought that wedding ring

Did you think that you were cheating on your cook?
Momma found your little black book

Did you tell yourself that she can't make it alone?
Are you sleeping with your head next to the phone?
Are you eating what the cat dragged home?

Do you think she'll ever let you off the hook?
Momma found your little black book

You can't find her now, no matter where you look
Momma found your little black book

DEAD BY MORNING
I live in a dump near Chinatown
You're there in the lobby hangin' round
You See my Benz shot full of holes
See the blood upon my clothes
(chorus) Don't ask, don't ask
Heed my warning or you're dead by morning

I'm back at dawn, my arm's in a sling
A hard night's work but I don't feel a thing
No one in sight but I'm not alone
You're nearby I can smell your cologne
Don't ask, don't ask
Heed my warning or you're dead by morning

Idle curiosity often ends in tragedy
Once you guess the game I'm in
Say farewell to your next of kin
Don't ask, don't ask
Heed my warning or you're dead by morning

COOL DOWN
Call a meeting right away
You saw me on the street today
Go to church and get your gun
Lock up your children, every one

I am different by design
I can't change, I gave up trying
I know I don't fit in here
Sticks and stones have made that clear

Cool down
Thought I'm a stranger
This town Is not in danger
Cool down
Let's get along
Cool down

Listen, we're stuck with each other
Drive me out there'll be another
Trust me things will work out fine
You toe your line, I'll toe mine

Cool down...

You touched my hand I didn't bight
So you can finally sleep tonight
Pray I never let you see
What your kind has done to me

Cool down...

BIG PARADE
Gold chain lightening cracks a moonless sky
Raindrops drift like lazy fireflies
Steam rolls off the street
Crowds crank up the heat
Dancing down a lamp-lit promenade
It's the big parade

Costumes glitter, paper lanterns glow
Cats and angels watch the rainbow flow
Drums beat, voices sing
Concrete canyons ring
Echoing the joyful thunder made
By the big parade

How strange and beautiful it seems
Pinch yourself
You know it's not a dream
What does that leave?

You've got sorrow deep down in your heart
Loneliness is tearing you apart
Heartaches disappear
'Soon as it draws near
Step right up, no need to be afraid
Join the

DOCTOR
Can't even count all the boats I have missed
Many the times I'm reminded of this
And many the times I doubt my self worth
But the ship that I seek is not of this earth
Here it comes now, here it comes now
Here it comes now, here it comes now

Where would I be if I'd sold out
Run with the pack and shut my big mouth
I could just see me stinking rich
Wed to some gorgeous, adulterous witch

Doctor, please, heal thyself
You look to be in terrible health
Poisoned by dreams of power and wealth
You can't fix me, go heal thyself

Or plot to steal what you can't buy
"I give to the church, Lord, let me slide by"
Offer up smoke to the Great Unknown
Or fight to the death on your ancestors' bones

Doctor, please, heal thyself...

Here it comes now, here it comes now…

Seems a good time for a biblical verse
Can't think of a thing and what's even worse
Scripture, to me, is like a song
Beautiful words, but the music's all wrong

(Doctor, please, heal thyself...

NIGHTLIGHT
When we lay us down to sleep
When it hurts to be awake
We begin to weep
Pray the Lord our souls to take
Living a lie called rhythm and rhyme
All hope we soon surrender

When we become obsessed
With unrelieved oppression
We become possessed
By the darkest of depression
Weary dreams of happier times
Like slowly dying embers

Rising high above this old ghost town
Find her as she passes
Leaving in her wake a trail of stars
Shining in the ashes

Then there's a halo around the bed
The curtains all aglow
We dare raise our heads
And look to the window

Clouds around a cold, gray world
Split and cracks and shatter
How little they matter

Rising high above...

Her light ignites a masque of mirrors
Turning gold and silver
The salt in our tears

Rising high above...

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