I'm goin' down to Tennessee,;
Get me a truck 'r somethin'.;
Gonna save my money and rip it up!

I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells;
I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through

time is running backwards

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

She was born in spring, but I was born too late

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How long can I stay in this nowhere café

Searching for my double, looking for;
Complete evaporation to the core

Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles

I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.

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.

Go melt back into the night, babe,;
Everything inside is made of stone.;
There's nothing in here moving, An' anyway I'm not alone.

She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own

Your loyalty is not to me;
But to the stars above

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

They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.

Whatever you gonna do,;
Please do it fast.

I just want you to know;
I can see through your masks

I couldn't see where we were goin';
But you said you knew an' I took your word

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup

I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down

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

Those are the hills of hell-fire my love;
Where you and I will unite

I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.

Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced The cause was there before we came.

Can't you make any sound?

Temptation's not an easy thing

Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"

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

If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows

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.

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.

Wealth is a filthy rag;
So erotic so unpatriotic;
So wrapped up in the American flag

Lost time is not found again

When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose

Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.

No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think

My conscience is beginning to bother me today.

I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.

The sun's not yellow it's chicken

Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer;
It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

If this is love then gimme more;
And more and more and more and more.

Whatever you wanted;
Slipped out of my mind

Somebody's got to find your trail,;
I guess it must be up to me.

Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink;
Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think

I stood unwound beneath the skies;
And clouds unbound by laws.

I wish that for just one time;
You could stand inside my shoes;
You'd know what a drag it is;
To see you

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

Let me ask you one question;
Is your money that good

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

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

And I, I don't mind the pain;
Don't mind the driving rain;
I know I will sustain;
'Cause I believe in you.

I need a dump truck mama to unload my head

Now the moon is almost hidden;
The stars are beginning to hide;
The fortunetelling lady;
Has even taken all her things inside

She knows there's no success like failure;
And that failure's no success at all.

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.