Henry, Portrait of a Serial Killer (1986)

Dark Americana, Gothic Folk, Atmospheric Blues, Cinematic Indie Rock

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Verse 2
He says, "Never leave the same trail twice.
The city's blind if you roll the dice."
No saints, no devils painted in white,
Only gray mornings fading to night.
A friend learns lessons better left unknown,
Trading his soul for a heart turned stone.
The sidewalks echo beneath worn boots,
While another life disappears without roots.

Chorus
Chicago keeps its stories buried deep,
Under iron bridges where the shadows sleep.
No headlines sing, no church bells cry,
Just another cold wind passing by.
Every stranger wears yesterday's face,
Every heartbeat can vanish without a trace.
The city moves on, the river still flows—
Some ghosts walk where nobody knows.

Verse 3
Then came Becky with hopeful eyes,
Looking for truth beneath old lies.
She found a spark where the world saw none,
Believing the darkness could be undone.
Coffee grows cold in the morning light,
Dreams disappear before daylight.
Love knocked softly upon his door,
But couldn't reach what was gone before.

Bridge
The television glows an empty blue,
Silent rooms remember what no one knew.
Every mile marker looks the same,
Every town forgets another name.
The highway stretches through endless corn,
Leaving behind another broken dawn.
No courtroom waits, no final prayer—
Only the wind through vacant air.

Final Chorus
Chicago keeps its stories buried deep,
Under winter skies that never sleep.
Some carry hope, some carry blame,
Some disappear without a name.
One suitcase loaded, one left behind,
A quiet road and an empty mind.
The engine starts as the daylight fades...
Another shadow.
Another gray day.

Outro
The river keeps flowing.
The trains keep rolling.
The city keeps breathing.
And somewhere beyond the next county line...
...the story begins again.

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Verse 1 Steel rails hum where the cold wind blows, Streetlights flicker where nobody goes. A quiet man in a worn-out coat, Another lost face that the city won't note. Factory whistles fade into rain, Every back alley remembers a name. The river keeps every secret it knows, Never asks where a lonely man goes. Verse 2 He says, "Never leave the same trail twice. The city's blind if you roll the dice." No saints, no devils painted in white, Only gray mornings fading to night. A friend learns lessons better left unknown, Trading his soul for a heart turned stone. The sidewalks echo beneath worn boots, While another life disappears without roots. Chorus Chicago keeps its stories buried deep, Under iron bridges where the shadows sleep. No headlines sing, no church bells cry, Just another cold wind passing by. Every stranger wears yesterday's face, Every heartbeat can vanish without a trace. The city moves on, the river still flows— Some ghosts walk where nobody knows. Verse 3 Then came Becky with hopeful eyes, Looking for truth beneath old lies. She found a spark where the world saw none, Believing the darkness could be undone. Coffee grows cold in the morning light, Dreams disappear before daylight. Love knocked softly upon his door, But couldn't reach what was gone before. Bridge The television glows an empty blue, Silent rooms remember what no one knew. Every mile marker looks the same, Every town forgets another name. The highway stretches through endless corn, Leaving behind another broken dawn. No courtroom waits, no final prayer— Only the wind through vacant air. Final Chorus Chicago keeps its stories buried deep, Under winter skies that never sleep. Some carry hope, some carry blame, Some disappear without a name. One suitcase loaded, one left behind, A quiet road and an empty mind. The engine starts as the daylight fades... Another shadow. Another gray day. Outro The river keeps flowing. The trains keep rolling. The city keeps breathing. And somewhere beyond the next county line... ...the story begins again.

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