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