No Cross

No cross to carry

No cause to cry

We'll walk streets of gold in time

And when those shadows crawl in, run go get the priest

'Cause I won't miss a thing but you, my little freak

The million dollar arms

And real blue heartache kids

Stroll to rock and roll dead slow

Put on their coats and go

And all these empty arms ain't got nothing to do

But play some rock and roll dead slow

Put on my coat and go

No cross to carry

No grinding wheel to ride

No cross to carry

And no nails to drive