I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
We pointed out the way to go; And scratched your name in sand,; Though you just thought it was nothing more; Than a place for you to stand.
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
You should be made; To wear earphones
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Reality has always had too many heads
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
I got nothing left to burn
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,; Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
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."
If you're lookin' to get silly; You better go back to from where you came
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
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
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,; But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
I can change, I swear, oh, oh,; See what you can do.; I can make it through,; You can make it too.
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
When you think that you lost everything; You find out you can always lose a little more
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
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.
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Oh, ev'ry thought that's strung a knot in my mind,; I might go insane if it couldn't be sprung.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
people don’t live or die, people just float
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
I must admit I felt a little uneasy; When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
You're gonna have to serve somebody.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
Oh the fishes will laugh; As they swim out of the path; And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
You could make me cry if you don't know.
I stood unwound beneath the skies; And clouds unbound by laws.
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss; In the valley of the missing link
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
