She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Well, I try my best;
To be just like I am,;
But everybody wants you;
To be just like them.
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,;
I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
You say my kisses are not like his,;
But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style
But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."
The night is pitch black, come an' make my;
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Don't trust me to show you beauty;
When beauty may only turn to rust.
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face;
And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.
Did I miss the mark or;
Over-step the line;
That only you could see?
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,;
Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.
Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Oh my name it is nothin';
My age it means less
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
