Soul Asylum - Never Really Been lyrics
[Soul Asylum - Never Really Been lyrics]
Sirens are a-screaming
Shots ring out at night
Movie cameras rolling in
And there goes my hero with
His head between his legs
And all this time I believed in him
Now, what is the sound of snow falling down
On the tombstone in the dead of the night?
And who is the hound at
The downtown dog pound
Who speaks English when the
Watchman's not in sight?
And where will you be in 1993
Still sitting in the same chair
Sinning is for sinners and
I'm just a beginner
But, I've never really been punched there
Hey, ain't it strange how
Some things never change
Ain't it strange how nothing stays the same
You were thinking I was distressed
About some universal press
But, I was just depressed about
My last pinball game
I've learned to accept and not to expect
The respect and neglect that I get
And I try not to forget
About what hasn't happened yet
And on this, I place my last bet
Hey, did you give what you get
Did you get what you give of your
Fair share of wear and tear
Winning is for winners and I
Know spring follows winter
But, I've never really been touched there
You know, it's hard to be nice when
Hate becomes your vice
And you can't find peace anywhere
Love's just not for lovers
Get off your high horse brother
Drop your fist and get out of here
Shots ring out at night
Movie cameras rolling in
And there goes my hero with
His head between his legs
And all this time I believed in him
Now, what is the sound of snow falling down
On the tombstone in the dead of the night?
And who is the hound at
The downtown dog pound
Who speaks English when the
Watchman's not in sight?
And where will you be in 1993
Still sitting in the same chair
Sinning is for sinners and
I'm just a beginner
But, I've never really been punched there
Hey, ain't it strange how
Some things never change
Ain't it strange how nothing stays the same
You were thinking I was distressed
About some universal press
But, I was just depressed about
My last pinball game
I've learned to accept and not to expect
The respect and neglect that I get
And I try not to forget
About what hasn't happened yet
And on this, I place my last bet
Hey, did you give what you get
Did you get what you give of your
Fair share of wear and tear
Winning is for winners and I
Know spring follows winter
But, I've never really been touched there
You know, it's hard to be nice when
Hate becomes your vice
And you can't find peace anywhere
Love's just not for lovers
Get off your high horse brother
Drop your fist and get out of here