Table 23 - Zygo and The Deuce

He'd gotten used to living On the outside looking in Lonely was his only constant friend. So when the invitation came That clearly bore his name He hardly could believe the words he read. There is always a place at the table There's a feast that's now waiting all your own Your place is set each time the family gathers It will never be the same til you're home. She'd made so many choices That had torn her life apart And hurt the very ones she loved the most. She didn't even know where someone could begin Until she got this message from the host. There is always a place at the table There's a feast that's now waiting all your own Your place is set each time the family gathers It will never be the same til you're home. Come home, come home. My child, come home. There is always a place at the table There's a feast that's now waiting all your own Your place is set each time the family gathers It will never be the same It will never be the same It will never be the same til you are home.

We settled on a different plan We lay it down for every fan of the Deuce 'Cause we know how they feel All the pain that is loose in the game And there's too many rough demands And all of the children feel the distance between us As we scatter and hide away So whatcha gonna change for now? And who you gonna make the sheriff of this town? The sheriff of this town? Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring him home For ya It's time to set the record straight The children don't have time to wait on your ass You better speed it up You know that enough is enough So whatcha gonna change for now? And who you gonna make the sheriff of this town? The sheriff of this town? Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring it home For ya The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce The Children of the Deuce Deuce Deuce Yeah! Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring him home For ya Wasted youths We're the Fire Deuce Wear your Snakeskin boots While we Rock for you And ah Wasted youths Made us Fire Deuce Now we'll Sing our songs To ya Bring him home For ya