Smokescreen
Mike Roe
Paid all my money and what did I get?
Left in a smolder like some cigarette
I smoked every pack of lies made yet
I never read that little warning that said:
"I'd be an eternal soul with an eternal crave."
Cashed every primium for this flip top grave
When I locked my heart
And threw away the key
Now I'm left with nothin'
Nothin' but me
Gene and Mike-acoustic guitars/ Burliegh-snare
Lead vocals-Gene/ BGV's-all the Dogs
© 1992 Brinstorm Artists Int'l ASCAP
