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.
You don't want a love that's pure;
You wanna drown love;
You want a watered-down love
Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,;
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
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."
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,;
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
the cops don't need you;
and man they expect the same
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?
goodbye's too good a word, gal;
so I'll just say fare thee well
In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.
Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.
If God's on our side;
He'll stop the next war.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.
Give ya delusions of grandeur;
And a evil eye;
Give you idea that;
You're too good to die
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
