Samm Bennett: selected lyrics from LIFE OF CRIME (1991)
	come and gone i saw a rich man and his camel passing thru the eye of a needle he was crying and crying over milk that he'd spilt saw a man jump into the river watched it carry him out to the ocean and i must say i know just how he felt the war's come and gone and we never sat down to dinner together chances like these oh my dear they won't last forever write a letter and send it to your mother about how you covet the wife of your neighbor and honk if you love jesus or if you're broke if god had wanted us to fly he'd a bought us tickets and he'd a put a little money in our pockets if he's just trying to tease us who gets the joke the war's come and gone... i got rid of the phones we talked on i'm living far from the streets we walked on but i still got that little blue bowl that you made certain memories ease out the back door and other memories fall thru the floor boards but what to do with the ones that only half fade the war's come and gone... but don't ask me would i like to go back home i don't know
	demolition what's it got to do with you innocent but no i see you here come to watch the walls cave in far enough to keep the dust well off you call me up i'll be right here falling up the stairs the curtains torn off of all the windows so i can see you outside watching like the sound of wild applause hear the bricks and tiles come falling down and the hammer in your hand like an emblem of your victory hear the rafters crashing down and the windows random shattering still with all the noise i hear uncontrolled your laughter ringing
	welcome to the war welcome to the war how we ever did without you i don't know but it's allright cause i been keeping score let me bring you up to date and fill you in you see my friend we're well behind the lines the enemy is everywhere so settle down and pour yourself another glass of wine and get out of uniform before you give us all away raise your bayonet or just raise a glass to all the silly fools the ones who think that they're not beaten yet or if this is all too much then dig a hole to hide in but at least stay on our side and as for your next of kin well you can rest assured my friend that they'll be notified that you followed orders and you never found the battlefield what a mess we've made judging by the landscape wouldn't make a lot of difference if you tossed one more grenade perfect opportunity to be all you can be and maybe rise up thru the ranks at the very least you'll get to have your name engraved and you'll receive our vote of thanks now get out and fight cause all you're doing here is killing time
	new york transit cop an off duty new york transit cop who'd had a few too many terrorized the patrons of a topless bar for three quarters of an hour til he shot someone and then was caught he had a drink in one hand and a gun in the other he had three older sisters and when asked about their brother they said it doesn't sound like charlie not the charlie we knew doesn't sound like charlie not something he'd do
	all undone i've changed trains in a trance lived in little rooms i'm all at odds and you think i'm just a lazy bum you've swallowed all my pride fought the gentle breeze you're all undone and i think you're working way too hard i've burned up all my goddam bridges lent out all my books i'm all to blame and you think i've given up the fight you've smoothed out all your best rough edges torn up all your sails you're all brought down and i think you've crossed the last thin line
	killer road killer road killer road walking down that killer road just a hobo down by the roadside and he'll be long gone by daylight just a shadow moving past your window his feet carry him wherever the road goes killer road walking down that killer road one of history's sadder pages he used to feed a family of five on his wages til some faraway money man's gamble never paid off he and a million like him laid off killer road walking down that killer road he became a drifter always just passing thru sixty years later the same thing could happen to me or you the house of cards came tumbling down so hard a million ships all running aground so hard history is not about a book that you keep on your shelf history's alive and it sure keep repeating itself the house of cards came tumbling down so hard a million ships all running aground so hard you know the very road he wandered on it calls to us where did he go no monument to him we find though so many thousands like him lived and died along these roads
	all lyrics copyright Sammm Bennett published by Directional Music (BMI)