In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
The pump don't work;
'Cause the vandals took the handles
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
Tough Mama;
Can I blow a little smoke on you?
Too many thoughts get in the way in the day
It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me;
And I do not really need to be;
Assured that love is just a four-letter word
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances;
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Don't trust me to show you the truth;
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
That long black cloud is comin' down
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
A saxophone someplace far off played
I got nothing left to burn
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
Put your body next to mine;
And keep me company,;
There is plenty a room for all,;
So please don't elbow me.
And every time you get this close;
It makes me want to scream
I wish that for just one time;
You could stand inside my shoes;
You'd know what a drag it is;
To see you
For I know that you know that I know that you know;
Something is tearing up your mind.
In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.
Most of the time;
I can't even be sure;
If she was ever with me;
Or if I was with her.
