The Tom Martin Band
Song Lyrics

Weekend in Jail Today, some DJ plays what she likes to hear, She sways, remembers those days far away from tears. He wakes, feels the day unfolding like a silent wave, He makes those same mistakes and hopes they can be erased. Been run off the rails, no money for their bail, just another weekend in jail. What am I doing, queuing in the ruin of a dead empire Trying to warm my bones around this fading fire, Schoolyards, farmyards, dockyards, scrapyards, oh yes and prison yards Caught in that mindless motion that can break your heart Ride their ship with no sail, no money for bail, just another weekend in jail. Today, yesterdays headlines blowing down that street Another day, another story another page to read about that ship With no sail, no money for bail, just another weekend in jail Words and Music copyright Tom Martin 2001 Justus Music UK
Most Stories Most stories never get told, most miners never find gold So if I should fail that just means the trails gone cold All must approach the Lord, thats what the sign said t me I was on a coach in St. George on my way to New Orleans... Its all about decisions, revisions of Decisions, transmissions, emissions, hmmm, and more decisions Well it is often asked what is love, So, tell me true, who are you thinking of Well, I guess, thats love Words and Music copyright Tom Martin 2001 Justus Music UK
First Days Soap operas and game shows, everywhere y go A world of make believe, its the first days of your century Science fiction becoming fact, no restrictions, no going back Did the millennium set anyone free in the first days of your century.. Well I know who he was but not who he is I know who you were but not ho you are now.. who you are now Every morning as I open the blind, I wonder what Im gonna find. Mad dogs running free, in the first days of the century A world of make believe, its the first days of your century Words and Music copyright Tom Martin 2001 Justus Music UK
Old Stones Old stones, standing in a ring Old bones, some sacrificial offering I guess now, like then, youve got to kill to be king Drifting through streams of consciousness Drifting through dreams of happiness Its nothing more and its nothing less. Your want t be the man who gives commands You got to be prepared to get somebodys blood on you hands. Fools gold is always glistening you been told You just werent listening Now you may say you wont but you will, kill to be a king They may say thy wont but they will, kill t be King. Its King of the Jungle or Rock n Roll You got to kill to be king if you want to get control So tell me, are you gonna, kill to be king, Get your hands on that ring.. just gotta kill, to be King. Words and Music copyright Tom Martin 2001 Justus Music UK