Breakdown - Pickin' On Series

See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar

Waiting for his turn to die

Broadway’s dark tonight

A little bit weaker than it used to be

Broadway’s dark tonight

See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar

Waiting for his turn to die

Cowboy kills the rockstar

Friday nights gone too far

Dim light hides the years on all the faded girls

Forgotten but not gone

You take it off your mind

You talk about the world like it’s someplace that you’ve been

You see, you’d love to run home, but you know you ain’t got one

'Cause you live in a world that you best forgotten round here

Broadway’s dark tonight

A little bit weaker than it used to be

Broadway’s dark tonight

See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar

Waiting for his turn to die

You choked down all your anger

Forget your only son

You break your statues when you sober up for fun

Your anger don’t impress me

World slapped in your face

It always rains all day on the losers' day parade

You see you’d love to run home but you know you ain’t got one

'Cause you live in a world that you best forgotten

When you think you’re a joke

Nobody’s gonna to listen to the one small point I know they been missin' round

here

Broadway’s dark tonight

Little bit weaker than it used to be

Broadway’s dark tonight

See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar

Waiting for his turn to die

You see, you’d love to run home, but you know you ain’t got one

'Cause you live in a world that you best forgotten

When you think you’re a joke

Nobody’s gonna to listen to the one small point I know they been missin' round

here

Round here

Broadway’s dark tonight

Little bit weaker than it used to be

Broadway’s dark tonight

See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar

Waiting for his turn to die

See the young man sitting in the old man’s bar

Waiting for his turn to die