DESCRIPTION:
Music & Lyrics Copyright © 1987 Mark Urbano/Raymond G. McLaughlin

Six Gun Jury were:

Mark Urbano - guitar
Ray McLaughlin - vocals
Jim Perry - drums
Buddy B. - bass

Recorded in July 1987 at Audiomation Studios, Belle Vernon, PA.
Produced by Mike Michalski (The Heretics, The Cynics, The Kelly Affair) and Six Gun Jury.
Engineered by Gregg Vizza

Lyrics:

DYING WITH YOUR EYES OPEN
Another day gone in the city
Long days, short nights
Might as well not go home
And all your air is not your own
You say, "Save me a breath, cause I can't breathe."

Light a cigarette, loosen the tie
Gotta run, catch the bus, get in line to die
I know what you're thinking 'bout
You got a lot of time, but no more life

People have a right to die in their sleep
And there's something wrong with the company you keep
Something the matter with useless hopin'
Dying with your eyes open

No more, there's something wrong
You think, "No more, there's something wrong."
The check is high, but the ride's too long
And it's all gotta stop, cause there's something wrong

I see you seeing them,
And you tell yourself you're not like them
But you look like them, and you dress like them
And you live like them, like them, like them!

People have a right to die in their sleep
And there's something wrong with the company you keep
Something the matter with useless hopin'
Dying with your eyes open

Your stomach's acid from the coffee you drink
You brain is leadened with the thoughts that you think
A perfect chain of missing links
All breaking down in restroom sinks

People have a right to die in their sleep
And there's something wrong with the company you keep
Something the matter with useless hopin'
Dying with your eyes open

There's something wrong
There's something wrong
There's something wrong
There's something wrong