They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,; I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
Can't you make any sound?
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
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.
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease; Until He returns?
Did I miss the mark or; Over-step the line; That only you could see?
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
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
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
time is running backwards
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
I still can remember the way that you smiled
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
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.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
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.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
