As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
There's some people that; You don't forget,; Even though you've only seen'm; One time or two.
Don't follow leaders; Watch the parkin' meters
All my friends have told me; If I hang around with you; That I'll go blind
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Mama, take this badge off of me
You lose yourself, you reappear
Have you got some unfinished business?; Is there something holding you back?; Are you thinking for yourself; Or are you following the pack?
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
If God's on our side; He'll stop the next war.
We grew up together; From the cradle to the grave; We died and were reborn; And then mysteriously saved.
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
Temptation's not an easy thing
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
At dawn my lover comes to me; And tells me of her dreams; With no attempts to shovel the glimpse; Into the ditch of what each one means
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,; Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
Last night I danced with a stranger; But she just reminded me you were the one
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Time is all I have to give
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
I don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
An' here I sit so patiently; Waiting to find out what price; You have to pay to get out of; Going through all these things twice.
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
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.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Well, you're so bad and nasty; But I love you, yes I do
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
Just what do you think you have to guard?
she's true, like ice, like fire
She's a hypnotist collector
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
