HOUSTON

(Words & Music by James Power)

Midnight Tears Music ©2011

IF YOU’RE IN HOUSTON YOU’RE NOT READY FOR PRIME TIME

IF YOU’RE IN HOUSTON YOU’LL DEAD BEFORE YOU’VE DIED

A  MAN CAN’T WONDER WHERE HE’S GONE WRONG

IF HE’S LIVED HIS LIFE AT THE BOTTOM

HOW THE YEARS GO BY LIKE A SWELTERING TIDE

AND NO ONE KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE, TO BE OR NOT TO BE

IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYWAY IN HOUSTON

YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE IN YOUR GRAVE IN HOUSTON

NOW FOR MOST PEOPLE HOUSTON’S NOT A PLACE TO AIM

IT’S WHERE YOU FIND YOURSELF WHEN YOU’RE CHANGING PLANES

IT’S MAN CREATED, HOME TO HALLIBURTON CROOKS

SO CULTURALLY DEVOID THEY NAMED THE AIRPORT AFTER BUSH

HOW THE SKIES TURN BEIGE WITH INDUSTRIAL WASTE

AND NO ONE KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE

THEY'VE FORSAKEN ALL THEIR DREAMS

IT DOESN’T MATTER IN THE END IN HOUSTON

YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE DEAD IN HOUSTON

IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYWAY IN HOUSTON

YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE IN YOUR GRAVE IN HOUSTON

WHEN THE ALAMO WAS UNDER SIEGE IN 1836

SANTA ANNA AND HIS MEN DROVE THE TEXANS IN THE DITCH

EVERYBODY WONDERED WHERE THE HELL DID GENERAL HOUSTON GO

WELL, HE RAN AND HE RAN AND HE RAN AND HE RAN

TO THE GULF OF MEXICO

EVEN HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE

IN HOUSTON

IT DOESN’T MATTER ANYWAY IN HOUSTON

YOU MIGHT AS WELL BE IN YOUR GRAVE IN HOUSTON

IF YOU’RE IN HOUSTON YOU CAN’T SEE THE STARS AT NIGHT

IF YOU’RE IN HOUSTON YOU CAN’T SAY YOU’VE DONE ALRIGHT

IS IT ANY WONDER THAT YOU LOSE YOUR SOUL

YOU SEE A RAINBOW BUT IT’S JUST GREASE & OIL

HOW THE YEARS FALL HARD LIKE A HOLLOWED OUT HEART

WHEN YOU BUILD ON A FAULT LINE YOU’RE JUST BIDING TIME

IT DOESN’T MATTER IN THE END IN HOUSTON

YOU’D BE BETTER OFF DEAD THAN IN HOUSTON

IT DOESN’T MATTER ANY HOW IN HOUSTON

JUMP IN THE RIVER & DROWN IF YOU’RE IN HOUSTON