Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do
Some things are too hot to touch;
The human mind can only stand so much
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.;
Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand;
In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.
She says, "What'll it be?";
I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
Your temperature's too hot for taming
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
My head tells me it's time to make a change;
But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss;
In the valley of the missing link
Here is your throat back;
Thanks for the loan
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Now the moon is almost hidden;
The stars are beginning to hide;
The fortunetelling lady;
Has even taken all her things inside
Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams
As the last fire truck from hell;
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore;
You may not see me tomorrow.
