you remind me of something that used to be;
somethin' that crossed over from another century
A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,;
It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
Some things are too hot to touch;
The human mind can only stand so much
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.
I've been walking through the middle of nowhere;
Trying to get to heaven before they close the door
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,;
If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
Lay down your weary tune, lay down,;
Lay down the song you strum,;
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings;
No voice can hope to hum.
Well, you're on your own, you always were,;
In a land of wolves and thieves.
When you think that you lost everything;
You find out you can always lose a little more
