ON THE CONE OF A ROCKET (Cooper/Jones) 
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It’s not enough for you to have a roof
And a place to lay your hat
It’s not hardcore to go to the store
Each day like the last

So, you line up the bottles, think of glory days
When you and the guys got wrecked in LA 
Drink until you numb the pain 
Of trading the wild for the tame 

You were on the cone of a rocket
The edge of the knife
You were falling to earth one high at a time
When you bet all your money
And gambled your life
When you were out of your head 
Jumping into bed 
With every bad girl you could get 
Can’t remember going down in blue lights 
Coz those were the good times 

You flick through the pictures from parties long gone
Wish you were there reliving the fun
Look in the mirror, don’t like what you see
How did you make it past thirty-three

So, you line up the bottles, think of glory days
When you and the guys got wrecked in LA 
What happened to those bull-headed dreams
Stored in boxes as memories

You were on the cone of a rocket
The edge of the knife
You were falling to earth one high at a time
When you bet all your money
And gambled your life
When you were out of your head 
Jumping into bed 
With every bad girl you could get 
Can’t remember going down in blue lights 
Coz those were the good times 

You were on the cone of a rocket
The edge of the knife
You were falling to earth one high at a time
When you bet all your money
And gambled your life
When you were out of your head 
Jumping into bed 
With every bad girl you could get 
Can’t remember going down in blue lights 
Coz those were the good times

On the Cone of a Rocket

David-Gwyn Jones