Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
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.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
How long can I stay in this nowhere café
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
It ain't my cup of meat.
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I just want you to know; I can see through your masks
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
A saxophone someplace far off played
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Precious angel, you believe me when I say; What God has given to us no man can take away.
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.
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
You were trying to break into another world; A world I never knew.; I always kind of wondered; If you ever made it through.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
Junk is piling up, taking up space
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
When there is no more,; You cut to the core; Quicker than anyone I knew.
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
No knife could ever cut our love apart
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease; Until He returns?
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.; I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
She knows where I'd like to be; But it doesn't matter.
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats; Too noble to neglect; Deceived me into thinking; I had something to protect
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts,; I don't care how rough the road is, show me where it starts,; Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
People ask about you; I didn't tell them everything I knew
