You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
People tell me it's a sin;
To know and feel too much within.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
Every brain is civilized,;
Every nerve is analyzed,;
Everything is criticized when you are in need.
she's true, like ice, like fire
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me;
And I do not really need to be;
Assured that love is just a four-letter word
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
The pump don't work;
'Cause the vandals took the handles
Darkness at the break of noon
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun
You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.
Let me ask you one question;
Is your money that good
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,;
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
And every one of them words rang true;
And glowed like burnin' coal;
Pourin' off of every page;
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag;
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag;
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound;
Someone's always yelling turn it down
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
I still can remember the way that you smiled
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.
