Not one more night, not one more kiss,;
Not this time baby, no more of this,;
Takes too much skill, takes too much will,;
It's revealing.

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.

She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own

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

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

I was in your presence for an hour or so;
Or was it a day? I truly don't know.

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,;
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,;
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.

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.

I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized

Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,;
Overturn these tables.;
This place don't make sense to me no more.

This wheel shall explode!

Just do your thing, you'll be king;
If dogs run free.

Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.

If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came

Insanity is smashing up against my soul;
You can say I was on anything but a roll;
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top;
What would I do with it anyway ;
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?

Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes

I need a dump truck mama to unload my head

Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say

Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

Now at midnight all the agents;
And the superhuman crew;
Come out and round up everyone;
That knows more than they do

All my friends have told me;
If I hang around with you;
That I'll go blind

Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?

Well, I asked for something to eat;
I'm hungry as a hog;
So I get brown rice, seaweed;
And a dirty hot dog

it is not he or she or them or it;
That you belong to.

You're gonna have to serve somebody.

I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain

Temptation's not an easy thing

Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette

If I had wings and I could fly,;
I know where I would go.

Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?

Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,;
Wiggle 'til you vomit fire

Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine

They tell me everything is gonna be all right;
But I don't know what "all right" even means

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.

They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.

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.

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.

All I really want to do,;
Is, baby, be friends with you.

Tough Mama;
Can I blow a little smoke on you?

You could ride like Annie Oakley,;
You could shoot like Belle Starr.

Nations are angry, cursed are some,;
People are expecting a false peace to come.

Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.

But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre

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

I'm goin' down to Tennessee,;
Get me a truck 'r somethin'.;
Gonna save my money and rip it up!

I looked at my watch;
I looked at my wrist;
I punched myself in the face with my fist

I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care

It's too hot to sleep time is running away

The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense.;
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.

I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?

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