[written by A. Wood, Mother Love Bone]



You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory? 

Say he who rides a pony must someday fall 

I been talkin' to my alter 

Life is what you make it 

And if you make it death well then rest 

your soul away 

Away away yeah child 

It's a broken kind of feeling 

She'd have to tie me to the ceiling 

A bad moon's a comin' better say your 

prayers 

I wanna tell her that I love her 

But does it really matter? 

I just can't stand to see you dragging down 

Again 

So I'm singing 

This is my kinda love It's the kind that 

moves on 

It's unkind and leaves me alone 

Yes it does 

I uses to treat you like a lady 

Now you're a substitute teacher 

This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight 

I owe the man some money so I'm turnin 

over honey 

You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again 

doin' time 

This is my kinda love 

It's the kind that moves on 

It's unkind and leaves me alone 

Yes it does 

Like a crown of thorns it's all who you 

know 

So don't burn your bridges woman cause 

someday, yeah 

Kick it! 

Baby i said com' on, com' on, com' on, 

com' on yeah I said baby don't burn your 

bridges woman