They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
It's the last temptation; The last account; The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,; The last radio is playing.
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.
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
Oh my name it is nothin'; My age it means less
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
Does she know I still care?
Your magnetic movements; Still capture the minutes I'm in.
Someone else is speakin' with my mouth, but I'm listening only to my heart.
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
The world of illusion is at my door
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
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,; When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
Junk is piling up, taking up space
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real; Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel; And I'll rock you too
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
For the loser now; Will be later to win
I'm in a cowboy band
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,; If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
If you get close to her, kiss her once for me
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers; Who've lost all ray of hope,; You know, it ain't even safe no more; In the palace of the Pope.
My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn; By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan; Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low; Well my heart's in the Highlands; Only place left to go
I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,; That we could sit simply in that room again.
And now the heart is filled with gold; As if it was a purse.; But, oh, what kind of love is this; Which goes from bad to worse?
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
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.
How did I meet you? I don't know.
You got a lotta nerve; To say you are my friend
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
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
