Hard to Fall - Basement Traxx

Take your schemes and your idle screams To an audience who doesn't care what they mean From what we've built, take what you need To serve a bastard set of dreams Sell your image, and market your heart Capital gain, until it falls apart A thousand open ears, and still not a word to say

I was trapped in a castle tower Locked up in chains I waited for my prince to save me But he never came. I woke up with my heart pounding Convinced that I was cursed I picked up a romance novel And read the last page first. Oh, oh, woe is me. I want to fall in love so hard it hurts I want the kind of love that moves the earth I want more than I can take 'Til my poor heart starts to ache I want to fall in love so hard it hurts. I took a ride with a guy from Tupelo In his Chevrolet He said baby we're moving way too fast And slammed on the brakes. We got out and he lit a cigarette We didn't say too much He packed up his emotional baggage And left me in the dust Oh, oh, woe is me. I want to fall in love so hard it hurts I want the kind of love that moves the earth I want more than I can take 'Til my poor heart starts to ache I want to fall in love so hard it hurts...

I speak fast and I'm not gonna repeat myself No So listen carefully to every word I say: "I'm the only one who's gonna get away with making excuses today You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have" Blackmailed myself Cause I ain't got anyone else "This is a stick up Give us all your inspirations" I've got the red carpet blues baby "So put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes No We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you" When I said that I'd return to you I meant more like a relapse Now and again I think "His and her's" "For better or worse" But the only ring I want buried with me are the ones around my eyes "You're appealing to emotions that I simply do not have" I've got the red carpet blues baby "Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes" And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat "Put your hands in the air and don't make a sound But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you And there's nothing in your head or pocket, throat or wallet That could change just how this goes" And everyone shakes to the beat with a barrel down their throat But don't get the wrong idea We're gonna shoot you We're gonna shoot you