ColtonCernyMusic Restless Contender lyrics karaoke new country rock music


ColtonCernyMusic Restless Contender lyrics karaoke new country rock music

the idea girl says

here’s a new song for you to sing 😉

*** This song, along with “No Man’s Land”, will be available on itunes within the next few weeks***

Restless Contender
Music & Lyrics (c) 2011 C. Cerny Publishing

Well the night don’t pull no punches
on the city’s hazy glow
Where the pocket change professors sleep
with no place else to go
And down at ol’ Romero’s
There’s a sweet little whiskey platoon
Burnin’ up their weekly wages lord
Howlin’ at an hour glass moon
Times have changed for the common man
He got a heafty price on his head
He got so much to do in so little time
He’s almost better off dead
Oh but the tables turn so quickly don’t you know?
When your doubts are laid so neatly in a row

And the fallen call your name aloud from the backstreets to the burning hills
Tangled in that silver line of broken hearts and fevered chills
Shadows darting from the light, rising slowly with the steam
As the Restless Contender steps back into the ring

Now big Jack he runs the numbers
Underhand just like before
He works the nightshift down on riverside
At the Chevron corner store
And there’s a hunger dwelling in the heart
Of this God-sick masquerade
Thinking back to summer’s shelter
And how he should’ve never stayed
Cause it’s a tight rope walk to a bitter dawn
And a hopeless high to defend
Letting chances slip the weeks go by
scattered to the wild wild wind
Oh and the living still survive on just a song
when you find out what you needed all along

Well it’s cold here at the bus stop
You know it feels just like a dream
Where the faceless phantoms congregate
In clouds of nicotine
Where the cafes glow on golden wings
And the prophets hold their own
As the waitress brings the special lord
They don’t feel so far from home
But the black ballet keeps raging on
And to the south side you’ll return
Standing fixed to wage the third world war
With the madness you have earned
Till it’s all reduced to nothin’ but the goal
And you feel that sweet abandon in your soul

As the fallen call your name aloud from the backstreets to the burning hills
Tangled in that silver line of broken hearts and fevered chills
Wayward children of the night, moving softly go unseen As the Restless Contender steps back into the ring

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