THE STAR by IAN CLARKE

Lyrics

THE STAR


I AM WHAT YOU MADE ME
A PRODUCT OF ILLUSION
I TRY TO HIDE THE HURT INSIDE
BUT IT'S COMIN OUT
THE TEMPERATURE IT STARTS TO RISE
AND THERE'S NO COMPROMISE

OO OO AND THERE'S NO BACKIN DOWN
LIKE A TWELVE ROUND PRIZE FIGHT FOR THE CROWN
OO OO AND THERE'S NO RETREAT
ALL YOU CAN DO IS STAY ON YOUR FEET
ON THIS ROCKIN ROAD YOU'RE ON
JUST ONE SLIP JUST ONE SLIP AND YOU'RE GONE
BACK TO NOTHIN

THREW MY FLAGON RIDIN THE WAGON
OUT ACROSS THE PLAINS
RIDIN THAT WAGON TRAIN
FOR THE FINAL PUSH
WE GO PAST THAT BURNIN BUSH

OO OO AND THERE'S NO BACKIN DOWN
LIKE A TWELVE ROUND PRIZE FIGHT FOR THE CROWN
OO OO AND THERE'S NO RETREAT
ALL YOU CAN DO IS STAY ON YOUR FEET
ON THIS ROCKIN ROAD YOU'RE ON
JUST ONE SLIP ONE SLIP AND YOU'RE GONE
BACK TO NOTHIN

I AM WHAT YOU MADE ME
A PRODUCT OF CONFUSION
I TRY TO HIDE THE HURT INSIDE
BUT IT'S COMIN OUT
THE TEMPERATURE IT STARTS TO RISE
AND THERE'S NO COMPROMISE

OO OO AND THERE'S NO BACKIN DOWN
LIKE A TWELVE ROUND PRIZE FIGHT FOR THE CROWN
OO OO AND THERE'S NO RETREAT
ALL YOU CAN DO IS STAY ON YOUR FEET
ON THIS ROCKIN ROAD YOU'RE ON
JST ONE SLIP ONE SLIP AND YOU'RE GONE
BACK TO NOTHIN