Lyrics

"Dark Alleys"

Words by Randy Robbins Music by Joe Napoleon

 Had I been a doctor I'd have been a quack Had I been a soldier I wouldn't have made it back Made it back Had I been a matador I'd have been gored And had I been a messenger I'd have been ignored Been ignored It wouldn't have worked out anyhow That's why I lurk dark alleys now....dark alleys Where I can't be found It wouldn't have worked out anyhow That's why I lurk dark alleys now....dark alleys Without a sound Had I been an angel I'd have fallen from grace Had I been a gambler I wouldn't have seen an ace Seen an ace Had I been good I would've died young And had I been bad I would've hung No bell would've rung It wouldn’t have worked out anyhow That's why I lurk dark alleys now....dark alleys Where I can't be found It wouldn't have worked out anyhow That's why I lurk dark alleys now....dark alleys Without a sound

“Waiting”

Words and Music by Pat Manley

Push me aside I don’t need the bother It’s been weeks and I’m just fine to bide my time with another Collapsing right on cue Everything you thought you knew I don’t want to waste it again It’s over and I’m still right here waiting Selling the lie only makes me bored It’s so easy to ignore that I am being ignored Collapsing right on cue Everything you thought you knew I don’t want to waste it again It’s over and I’m still right here waiting And if your backwards logic seems confused Twenty-five years and no good news On your painted ship on your painted sea Nothing left here for you but your memories Nothing to trade, nothing to borrow Today for all I know might as well be tomorrow Collapsing right on cue Everything you thought you knew I don’t want to waste it again It’s over and I’m still right here waiting

"Sex Never Sleeps"

Words by Randy Robbins Music by Sean Hamill

The girl is coy the boy is blunt she lays low he's on the hunt she wants him and he wants her neither knows for sure whose eye will wander first Even when you close your eyes, sex never sleeps no matter how pretty the company you keep liquid always finds its own level no matter between whose legs you revel Sex is in my head my bed and my nature sex is on the corner and in the legislature sex connects my days and clouds my nights driven by a dream it's the only thing that feels right Even when you close your eyes, sex never sleeps no matter how pretty the company you keep liquid always finds its own level no matter between whose legs you revel a comfortable pair can bear a lot but a capricious stare thickens the plot urge and desire burn a hole in your brain need lights the fire and sex is the rain Even when you close your eyes, sex never sleeps no matter how pretty the company you keep liquid always finds its own level no matter between whose legs you revel even when tears fill your eyes, sex never weeps not 'til you're finished does remorse creep liquid always finds its own level no matter between whose legs you revel

“Lillyanna”

Words by Randy Robbins Music by Joe Napoleon

I was sitting in an office When I read that you were born So many faces That you haven't yet worn Who will you turn out to be? Will you be tortured or carefree? So many choices Will you make the same mistakes as me? You'll love and be broken-hearted Live to old age or too soon departed Never enough time To finish what you started You're the apple of mother's eye There's no reason behind the tears you cry Life is so simple When you don't have to hate or choose or lie I wish I were like you Starting out with a clean slate Ignoring all that I knew Carving out my own fate Whoah whoahhh Whoah whoahhh Whoah whoahhh Whoah why can't I just go back? Whoah whoahhh Whoah whoahhh Whoah whoahhh Whoah why can't I just go back?

“Relative to What?”

Words and Music by Pat Manley

Label everything by the first to fail It’s a tired old theme Digging deeper and there’s nothing there No more to it than there seems Breach the border of the ordered and sane Whatever little it means A silent prayer to a dying dream No more to it than there seems Look Away Digging deeper and there’s nothing there Whatever little it means Hang your head in a defeated sigh No more to it than there seems Look Away In a sense innocence Relative innocence Question everything as faux surreal It’s a tired old theme Hang you head with a defeated sigh No more to it than there seems Breach the border of the ordered and sane No more to it than there seems A silent prayer to a dying dream No more to it than there seems