People are crazy and times are strange
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Precious angel, you believe me when I say;
What God has given to us no man can take away.
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind;
You could have done better but I don't mind;
You just kinda wasted my precious time
And, when I was through;
I filled up my shoe;
And brought it to you.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style
What was it you wanted;
When you were kissing my check?
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,;
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
When destruction cometh swiftly;
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,;
Have you decided whether you want to be;
In heaven or in hell?
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too;
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.
Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
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
Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.
There was music in the cafes at night;
And revolution in the air.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
She said, "Be easy, baby,;
There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
