Say, 'He who rides the pony must someday fall...'
Said, 'Life is what you make it And if you make it, death will rest your soul away... away... away'
It's a broken kinda feelin'. She'd have to tie me to the ceiling. Better say your prayers, child. I want to tell you that I love you. But does it really matter? I just can't stand to see you draggin' down again... again... My baby, again... Oh yes.
It's the kind that moves on. It's unkind and leaves me alone, yes it does.
It's the kind that moves on. It's unkind and leaves me alone.
I used to treat you like a lady. Now you're a substitute teacher. This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight.
So I'm turnin' over, honey. Say Mr. Faded Glory is-a-once again a-doin' time, oh yeah.
And this is my kind of love. It's the kind that moves on. It's unkind and leaves me alone, yes it does, ah. It's the kind that moves on. It's unkind and, it's unkind and
So don't burn your bridges, woman,
It's the kind that moves on. It's unkind and leaves me alone. And this is my kind of love. It's the kind that moves on. It's the kind that leaves me.
Baby... I said a come on, come on, come on, come on, do it. Don't burn you bridges, woman... I'm gonna come back to you... More from Mother Love Bone