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

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

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,;
How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?;
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,;
Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.

Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above

On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels;
Trying to peel the moon and expose it

Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,;
I saw what I wanted to be

The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war

Well, if I had to do it all over again,;
Babe, I'd do it all over you.

I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.

Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.

Sooner or later, one of us must know;
That I really did try to get close to you

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.

Your cracked country lips,;
I still wish to kiss,;
As to be under the strength of your skin.

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup

It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.

When the last rays of daylight go down;
Buddy, you'll roll no more;
I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard;
I wonder who they're ringing for

I can't provide for you no easy answers,;
Who are you that I should have to lie?

Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away

When we meet again;
Introduced as friends;
Please don't let on that you knew me when;
I was hungry and it was your world.

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.

Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth

Silver and gold;
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold

Here is your throat back;
Thanks for the loan

He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it

Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,;
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.

If I ever lose her I will go insane;
I go half crazy when she calls my name

Junk is piling up, taking up space

You'd better do somethin' quick;
She's your lover now.

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?

And you never ask questions;
When God's on your side.

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

The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed

I still believe she was my twin, but I lost the ring.

Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.

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

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.

When I met you, baby,;
You didn't show no visible scars.

She knows where I'd like to be;
But it doesn't matter.

But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?

I got nothing left to burn

It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.

But does anyone hear the music they play Does anyone even try?

You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.

The night is pitch black, come an' make my;
Pale face fit into place, ah, please!

Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,;
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.

Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane

You speak to me;
In sign language;
As I'm eating a sandwich

I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World

Now, a very great man once said;
That some people rob you with a fountain pen.;
It didn't take too long to find out;
Just what he was talkin' about.

Oh the fishes will laugh;
As they swim out of the path;
And the seagulls they'll be smiling.

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?

I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues