Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.
How can I explain?;
Oh, it's so hard to get on
She said, "Be easy, baby,;
There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love;
Where you and I will unite
Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?
Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.
Temptation's not an easy thing
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
If God's on our side;
He'll stop the next war.
At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means
All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.
You could make me cry if you don't know.
That's how it is when things disintegrate
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound;
Someone's always yelling turn it down
Where black is the color, where none is the number
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?
