It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
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.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
time is running backwards
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
Can't you make any sound?
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Precious angel, you believe me when I say; What God has given to us no man can take away.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
she's true, like ice, like fire
Oh my name it is nothin'; My age it means less
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
The night passed away so quickly; It always does when you're with me.
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
Your temperature's too hot for taming
I wasn't born to lose you.
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag; Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag; Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"; I say, "I would if I could, but, ; I don't do sketches from memory."
You don't need a weather man; To know which way the wind blows
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
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?
We're both just one too many mornings; An' a thousand miles behind.
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
People on the platforms; Waiting for the trains; I can hear their hearts a-beatin'; Like pendulums swinging on chains
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,; But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
