I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low
It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.
In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.
They said it was the land of milk and honey,;
now they say it's the land of money.;
Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
In the hills of mystery,;
In the foggy web of destiny,;
You can have what's left of me,;
Where we were born in time.
Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?;
I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers;
Who've lost all ray of hope,;
You know, it ain't even safe no more;
In the palace of the Pope.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
you remind me of something that used to be;
somethin' that crossed over from another century
Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
You will search, babe, At any cost.;
But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
I'll remember you;
At the end of the trail,;
I had so much left to do,;
I had so little time to fail.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
