My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.;
You can't walk the streets in a war
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
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
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,;
When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
Everybody must get stoned.
I'm hungry and I'm irritable;
And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.;
At one time there was nothing wrong with me;
That you could not fix.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
And now the heart is filled with gold;
As if it was a purse.;
But, oh, what kind of love is this;
Which goes from bad to worse?
Has the record been breaking,;
Did the needle just skip
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.;
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
That's how it is when things disintegrate
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
When the last rays of daylight go down;
Buddy, you'll roll no more;
I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard;
I wonder who they're ringing for
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think
The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
