Cover Me
Love is in the gutter
We've traded it in for a fake
Cover me sweet fantasy
I've had about all I can take
Wisdom's in the poorhouse
Blind men run the show
Cover me sweet fantasy
How do we know what we know
The house is sitting empty
Phantoms walk the floor
Cover me sweet fantasy
Who's that knocking at my door
Blasting out solutions
Clowns control the air
Go into your stash pull out some cash
Medicate your despair
Travel round the planet
A ghost dressed up in white
A house with no key no window to see
New lovers every night
Druggies on the corner
Everyone's on the grab
You stay in the middle playing your fiddle
But your walls are looking drab
I hear a trumpet sounding
I'm reaching for my pills
Cover me sweet fantasy
As I run for the rocks and the hills
Rescue me from something
Maybe it's myself
I'm dying within this prison I'm in
With my dreams up on the shelf
Wedding bells are ringing
The bride is at the bar
She's looking down at her wedding gown
Wondering if she's gone too far
Music in the market
Children unaware
The bomb's in the street it lies at our feet
As we sip our coffee there
Power is no stranger
Mercy is no friend
Climbing the ladder it really don't matter
How this fairy tale will end ...
but it will end . .it's going down ... way down
Cover me sweet fantasy
We've traded it in for a fake
Cover me sweet fantasy
I've had about all I can take
Wisdom's in the poorhouse
Blind men run the show
Cover me sweet fantasy
How do we know what we know
The house is sitting empty
Phantoms walk the floor
Cover me sweet fantasy
Who's that knocking at my door
Blasting out solutions
Clowns control the air
Go into your stash pull out some cash
Medicate your despair
Travel round the planet
A ghost dressed up in white
A house with no key no window to see
New lovers every night
Druggies on the corner
Everyone's on the grab
You stay in the middle playing your fiddle
But your walls are looking drab
I hear a trumpet sounding
I'm reaching for my pills
Cover me sweet fantasy
As I run for the rocks and the hills
Rescue me from something
Maybe it's myself
I'm dying within this prison I'm in
With my dreams up on the shelf
Wedding bells are ringing
The bride is at the bar
She's looking down at her wedding gown
Wondering if she's gone too far
Music in the market
Children unaware
The bomb's in the street it lies at our feet
As we sip our coffee there
Power is no stranger
Mercy is no friend
Climbing the ladder it really don't matter
How this fairy tale will end ...
but it will end . .it's going down ... way down
Cover me sweet fantasy
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Gene Mulder
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