The wide wide open sky Above the sage and the thorns The rocks and pines were humming an old familiar tune His hard black boots came crunching up this gravel road He saw the house a mile away The moon was just setting The nights were darker then Lights in the living room He could recall that the tv was on But not if anyone was watching He never thought of himself as cruel He never thought of himself at all Kindness was always outside his grasp He was the meanest man in the world He was the meanest man in the world The door wasn't really locked The fire place was burning The room exploded like a bomb But all in slow motion Icicles hung from the roof He remember someone weeping Though it was sticky on the road He just kept on walking He never closed a door He never turned off a light He left things pretty much the way they were After he did what he did that night He never thought of himself as cruel He never thought of himself at all Kindness was always outside his grasp He was the meanest man in the world He was the meanest man in the world He was the meanest man in the worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
