Don't know if I'm dyin', but I can't catch my breath.
I'm givin' up on livin', terrified of death.
Black wall of smoke rollin' right through my town.
I used to run, but now I take it layin'down.And I wonder why I don't even want to play guitar anymore.
If there's no stories left to sing, that's the end of everything.When I was a young man, I made a lot of noise.
Messed up every which way, it was alter and destroy.
I'm proud of it all though, but then I'm not ashamed.
And lately I can't stand the sound of my own voice.And I don't know why I don't even want to play guitar anymore.
When there's no stories left to sing, that's the end of everything.Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-la-la
Sha-la-la-laThere's a will.
There's a dead man close beyond.
That's no way to ease this crippled mind.And I wonder why I don't even want to play guitar anymore.
When there's no stories left to sing, that's the end of everything.
When there's no stories left to sing, say goodbye to everything.Sha-la-la-la-la-la
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