Gardens Of Seville

If I was the one To tell you how to run A different kind of racket What a wonderful distraction But it seems to me I don't know know to breathe, In this kind of weather Cause and effect I don't miss the life that I left How hard can it be To remove yourself To be free Oh I've been pining For the gardens of Seville Drag my feel through the soil When in all dressed up to kill Shuffle through the cobwebs With a glass of wine Jumping over the turnstile 'Cause I got no time If I were to walk Through the wastelands after dark Would you send me some kinda signal Would you give me something to live for? If I were a gun A simple kind of gun I'd aim where I was pointed I'd shoot when I was loaded up To the brim Hope the chances are slim There's only one way out of town Dig a tunnel through the ground Oh I've been pining For the gardens of Seville Drag my feel through the soil When I'm all dressed up to kill Shuffle through the cobwebs With a glass of wine Jumping over the turnstile Cause I got no time