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 hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed;
You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Most of the time;
I can't even be sure;
If she was ever with me;
Or if I was with her.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
All my friends have told me;
If I hang around with you;
That I'll go blind
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies;
I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around
Don't trust me to show you beauty;
When beauty may only turn to rust.
It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.
But the magician is quicker and his game;
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."
I'm walking through streets that are dead
If there's a poor boy on the street,;
Then let him have my seat;
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,;
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.
Everybody must get stoned.
Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow
We pointed out the way to go;
And scratched your name in sand,;
Though you just thought it was nothing more;
Than a place for you to stand.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows
Build a fire, throw on logs;
And listen to it hiss;
And let it burn, burn, burn, burn;
On a night like this.
