Bruce Is King

(M. Crenshaw, D. Dixon) She was kicking down the fence trying to hide the evidence that would give her game away but everything was as clear as day I knew she had no more to give, she hated everything she did and I could feel her restless mind calling out for love at crying time All those days that seemed like years the silence roaring in our ears then at night a ticking sound the timebomb of the life we'd found I watched her leave, my heart in flames fanned by all her other lovers' names and I could feel my restless mind calling out for love at crying time Whisky, wine and cheap perfume; all those crowded bars