Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
you remind me of something that used to be;
somethin' that crossed over from another century
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
Look into infinity, all you see is trouble.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
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.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
No knife could ever cut our love apart
You say you love me;
And you're thinkin' of me,;
But you know you could be wrong.
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.;
You can't walk the streets in a war
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
We grew up together;
From the cradle to the grave;
We died and were reborn;
And then mysteriously saved.
I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
Democracy don't rule the world,;
You'd better get that in your head.;
This world is ruled by violence;
But I guess that's better left unsaid.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,;
Pray that I don't die of thirst,;
Baby, two feet from the well.
May you build a ladder to the stars;
And climb on every rung.
Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.
For the loser now;
Will be later to win
