Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
I want to thank You, Lord,;
I just want to thank You, Lord,;
Thank You, Lord.
You don't want a love that's pure;
You wanna drown love;
You want a watered-down love
Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,;
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
And every one of them words rang true;
And glowed like burnin' coal;
Pourin' off of every page;
Like it was written in my soul from me to you
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.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?;
I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."
Have you got some unfinished business?;
Is there something holding you back?;
Are you thinking for yourself;
Or are you following the pack?
Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
God is in heaven;
And we all want what's his;
But power and greed and corruptible seed;
Seem to be all that there is
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.
Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
