Pontiac 87

I recall seeing the pope

Pontiac 1987

Money changing between hands

Outside the Silverdome

Afterwards a riot broke

Old folks turned brutish

Trampling their way out the gates

Towards heaven

That fall from grace

Knocked me on my knees

Don’t tell anyone

That's what I wanted

The god of change

Knocked me on my knees

Don’t tell anyone

That's what I wanted

Remembering a Jumbo’s night

December 26th

Weird faces filled up the bar

Half sober

Outside a steady snow

All new white

With new money and false friends

I don’t like it

That fall from grace

Knocked me on my knees

Don’t tell anyone

That's what I wanted

The god of change

Knocked me on my knees

Don’t tell anyone

That's what I wanted

The dog in the manger eats its anger

But I miss it

The way it was before the scales

Fell from my eyes

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it

There's no use being sad about it

What's the point of crying about it