Mr. Richard Jones
Skull and two crossbones
Can't be bought or sold
Detached and lost and cold
Everyone he knows wears a black halo
Impulse misery
Smoking on Queen StreetStand your lonely ground
In the middle of nowhere
Things come round and round
To the middle of nowhereFashion lies in seasons
lLaves from the spring to fall
So you have your reasons
For not having it all
But the cold winter
The cold winter
The cold winter coming backStand your lonely ground
In the middle of nowhere
Things come round and round
To the middle of nowhere

Send the good on down and you pretend to care
Things come round and round
To the middle of nowhere

Meanwhile we're all damned X8

Mr. Richard Jones
Please don't break my bones
Impulse misery
Hurts too much for me

Stand my lonely ground
In the middle of nowhere
Things come round and round
To the middle of nowhere
Send the good on down , 'cause i fucking care
Things come round and round
To the middle of nowhereTo the middle of nowhere X4