But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low
Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do
I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care
Democracy don't rule the world,;
You'd better get that in your head.;
This world is ruled by violence;
But I guess that's better left unsaid.
It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun;
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."
People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew
No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think
Where black is the color, where none is the number
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,;
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
Your magnetic movements;
Still capture the minutes I'm in.
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
Shine your light, shine your light on me;
Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.;
I'm a little too blind to see
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to;
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,;
Should I leave them by your gate,;
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Well, if I had to do it all over again,;
Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,;
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,;
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
He said his name was Columbus;
I just said, "Good luck."
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
They say ev'rything can be replaced
Has the record been breaking,;
Did the needle just skip
