The Hits Keep Coming
from Bedroom Demo #7
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2017 Shape of Air Music
A child sees planes colliding,
Bodies falling from the sky
And now he's rolling down the dirt hill
Where all boy-kings go to die
And into the sobering truth that his security's a lie
And sorrow is a man acquainted with grief
My world was a safe-house invaded by a thief
Who's climbing up the charts and turning up the heat
And the hits keep coming
The hits keep coming
Top ten with a bullet
It's got a killer beat
Come join the fellowship of suffering
We are carrying a cross
Withstood the slaughter of our innocence
To find what we had lost
And upset the money changers
While considering the cost
And sorrow is a man acquainted with grief
My world was a safe-house invaded by a thief
Who's climbing up the charts and turning up the heat
And the hits keep coming
The hits keep coming
Top ten with a bullet
It's got a killer beat
An old man gets the hard news
That another friend is gone
He doesn't feel that great himself
The curtain's being drawn
And all creation's anxious
To try a new suit on
And sorrow is a man acquainted with grief
My world was a safe-house invaded by a thief
Who's climbing up the charts and turning up the heat
And the hits keep coming
The hits keep coming
Top ten with a bullet
It's got a killer beat
The hits keep coming
The hits keep coming
Top ten with a bullet
It's got that killer beat
