Indians And Clowns
German/Bowden - Buckin Saviour (BMI)

Deep into the night
When the moon shine too bright
Behind the walls of the jailer
There's something going down between the indians and the clowns
I look to my left and see a sailor

The ramblers and the gamblers, animals and their handlers
Shards of glass in the mirror
Searchin' thru the smoke just to get a little toke
And when you need a little peace you just can't find it

Pretty girl wanna come along
Pretty girl wanna come along with me (pretty girl, pretty girl...pretty girl)
Want to see the sights and sounds
Wanna see all there is to see (pretty girl, pretty girl...pretty girl)
Why won't you come along
Why don't you come along with me

Before we get too deep
And I head back to sleep,
There's somethin I just got to tell ya
Nothin' here is real, no matter how you feel
The only thing real here is dyin'

I want to take it back around to that something going down
See it's just another night in Vegas
A little shit hits the fan
Glory makes another plan
It's life in it's finest hour

When you think you got it made
The rain'll take it all away
Can't even find a little peace in dyin'
The only story left to tell is that you're living here in Hell
Aint nothin' I can do for you or say
So chalk it up to God or to the rock you're sittin' on
Just don't believe you know the way
Just don't believe you know the way