black halo

mr. richard jones

skull and two crossbones

can't be bought or sold

detached and lost and cold

everyone he knows wears a black halo

impulse misery smoking on queen street

stand your lonely ground

in the middle of nowhere

things come round and round

to the middle of nowhere

passion lies in seasons

leaves from the spring to fall

so you have your reasons

for not having it all

but the cold winter is coming back

stand your lonely ground

in the middle of nowhere

things come round and round

to the middle of nowhere

send the good on down if you pretend to care

things come round and round

to the middle of nowhere

meanwhile we're all damned

mr. richard jones

please don't break my bones

impulse misery hurts too much for me

stand my lonely ground

in the middle of nowhere

things come round and round

to the middle of nowhere

send the good on down

'cause i don't fucking care

things come round and round

to the middle of nowhere