Well we had to grab on something So we're pulling at the threads And now the world's unraveling Inside our very heads Glasses smeared with lipstick Hungry eyes out in the street Same old bodies moving To the same old beat Had to draw the line All this talk can hypnotize you and We can ill afford To give ourselves to sentiment When our time is oh so short Names beneath the lichen On these cemetery stones And carnivals of silverfish Waiting to dance upon our bones Have to draw the line, have to draw the line Have to draw the line, have to draw the line I've been doubting yours baby I've been doubting mine I've been out of circulation Where the sun don't shine I've been doubting fame and wealth Charity, even love itself Draw the line I ain't saying he's bad baby I ain't saying he's good Merely that he ain't so different Neath his executioners hood In the name of liberty In the name of brotherhood Have to draw the line Have to draw the line Need to take some pride baby Need to take some heart Need to take evasive action When the rumpus start Here we are buck naked baby But where should we begin When it's not the flesh we're after But the howlin' ghost within Have to draw the line Need to draw the line Had to draw the line Need to draw the line Have to draw the line Pack your bags we're going home Pack your bags we're going yeah Had to draw the line Pack your bags we're going home Pack your bags we're going yeah Help me draw the line Pack your bags we'fre going home
Writer/s: DAVID GRAY, NEILL MACCOLL, ROBBIE MALONE
Publisher: BMG Rights Management, DELLA BLUE MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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"Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks was written by two Nashville songwriters after a meal in a local restaurant. One of them forgot his money, but said not to worry, "I have friends in low places. I know the cook."