They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right
God is in heaven;
And we all want what's his;
But power and greed and corruptible seed;
Seem to be all that there is
For all eternity I think I will remember;
That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
