Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
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.
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
What was it you wanted; When you were kissing my check?
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
There's some people that; You don't forget,; Even though you've only seen'm; One time or two.
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
Last night I danced with a stranger; But she just reminded me you were the one
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.; Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
As his youth now unfolds; He is centuries old; Just to see him at play makes me smile; No matter what happens to me; No matter what my destiny; Lord, protect my child
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
You should be made; To wear earphones
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
People are crazy and times are strange
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
We never thought we could ever get old.; We thought we could sit forever in fun
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
She's a hypnotist collector
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,; Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances
Does she know I still care?
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
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
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
You say my kisses are not like his,; But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love; Where you and I will unite
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
