"The Measure Of My Worth" as written by Brian Mcternan, Francis Mark and Joshua C Newton....
There is a desert in my mouth complete with tumbleweeds,
A billion grains, cactus and coyotes,
There is a battlefield in my head complete with cannons and cavalry,
Helicopters overhead, and they're searching for yours truly,

Send me the bill to pay for the mess we've made,
You survived the renaissance with souvenirs of powdered wigs and
Corsets for your cracked ribcage elegant figure,
Another living dead ballroom dancer shouting from the escapes like

They've got the answer, come down and we'll converse, can you help
Me determine the measure of my worth, you know that our nightlife,
It runs into daylight,
We're the type of cats the bring an axe to a knife fight,

Its such a scene you second guess your vision
So go ahead and get me wrong, I'd rather be gotten right


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"The Measure of My Worth" as written by Francis Mark Brian Mcternan

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    General Commentanother living dead ballroom dancer --- > that line means so much.

    what a great song..
    brokenx0xloveon October 07, 2005   Link

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