Letra da Música: Tombstone - Band

Its impatience thats holding back the clocks
Its a life of dates and documents
The soul searchers wheel and deal
If youre looking for repentance
Theyll hand you down a sentence

Far away in Pittsburg or Paris
Loves for sale and so reasonably priced
The answers are few and far between
It just bed sheets, my friend
Theyre blowin in the wind

Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone I know your face
One day Ill meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I cant tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone

Theres a pump organ that lives on air
I can hear it from the market place
Pallid mourners in the crowd
Some are withered but alive
Where a burnin past can find

The parishioners pour into the square
Thinking there before his grace go I
By they are mum with deafened ears
The neediest of sinners
Will forget it before dinner

Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone
I know your face
One day Ill meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I cant tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone

Are you the jailer or will you set me free
How many misdemeanors can one felony
Tombstone

Chorus
Tombstone, Tombstone
I know your face
One day Ill meet you down at that special place
The hard-earned wisdom of the night is all for hire
And I cant tell a shooting star from a bird on fire
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone
Tombstone, Tombstone