The sun's not yellow it's chicken
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
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.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe
I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
There's some people that;
You don't forget,;
Even though you've only seen'm;
One time or two.
I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease;
Until He returns?
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Reality has always had too many heads
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.
Now, I can't go back to what was, baby,;
I can't unring the bell.
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
People are crazy and times are strange
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.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre
All my friends have told me;
If I hang around with you;
That I'll go blind
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
While my conscience explodes;
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
God is in heaven;
And we all want what's his;
But power and greed and corruptible seed;
Seem to be all that there is
But I mean no harm nor put fault, On anyone that lives in a vault, But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.
Our conversation was short and sweet;
It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Well, if I had to do it all over again,;
Babe, I'd do it all over you.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around
Everybody's wearing a disguise;
To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
I can't help it if I'm lucky.
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer;
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it
I was in your presence for an hour or so;
Or was it a day? I truly don't know.
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime;
Or is it just solid rock?
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
If God's on our side;
He'll stop the next war.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,;
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
When there is no more,;
You cut to the core;
Quicker than anyone I knew.
When destruction cometh swiftly;
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,;
Have you decided whether you want to be;
In heaven or in hell?
Shall I hold you close?;
Or Shall I let you go by?;
Tell me.;
Tell me.
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.
Don't trust me to show you the truth;
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low