Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer;
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
It was then that I got up to leave;
But she said, "Don't forget,;
Everybody must give something back;
For something they get."
It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain;
You give something up for everything you gain
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love;
Where you and I will unite
You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to;
Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
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.
I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."
There's some people that;
You don't forget,;
Even though you've only seen'm;
One time or two.
May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
You think you can hide but you're never alone,;
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,;
And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
the cops don't need you;
and man they expect the same
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.
You could make me cry if you don't know.
Lost time is not found again
