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 got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know
She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Don't trust me to show you love;
When my love may be only lust.
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
For the loser now;
Will be later to win
Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"
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.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,;
It's done with a flick of the wrist.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind;
You could have done better but I don't mind;
You just kinda wasted my precious time
Shall I hold you close?;
Or Shall I let you go by?;
Tell me.;
Tell me.
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.
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
When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
I stood unwound beneath the skies;
And clouds unbound by laws.
Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?
Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.
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
