Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?; You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
A saxophone someplace far off played
I got nothing left to burn
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
And you never ask questions; When God's on your side.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
Mama, take this badge off of me
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Well, I asked for something to eat; I'm hungry as a hog; So I get brown rice, seaweed; And a dirty hot dog
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
She's a hypnotist collector
Was that the thunder that I heard?; My head is vibrating, I feel a sharp pain
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,; Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,; With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,; Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe; "I thought you'd never say hello," she said; "You look like the silent type."
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
Won't you come with me, baby?; I'll take you where you wanna go.; And if it don't work out, You'll be the first to know
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,; See like me or be like me.
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
What good am I if I say foolish things; And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings; And I just turn my back while you silently die,; What good am I?
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,; I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,; Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
time is running backwards
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
I don't want to fake you out
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
