No Cross

No cross to carry, no cause to cry

We'll walk streets of gold in time

And when those shadows crawl in run go get the priest

And I won't miss a thing but you my little freak

The million dollar arms and real blue heartache kids

Stroll to rock and roll dead slow

Put on their coats and go

And all these empty arms ain't got nothing to do

But play some rock and roll dead slow

Put on my coat and go

No cross to carry, no grinding wheel to ride

No cross to carry and no nails to drive