You're the one I adore, come over here and give me more
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
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.
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in; Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
your pleasure knows no limits
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
An' here I sit so patiently; Waiting to find out what price; You have to pay to get out of; Going through all these things twice.
She's a hypnotist collector
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
How can I explain?; Oh, it's so hard to get on
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
If God's on our side; He'll stop the next war.
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
In the fury of the moment I can see the Master's hand; In every leaf that trembles, in every grain of sand.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound; Someone's always yelling turn it down
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
Silver and gold; Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
You know, news of you has come down the line; Even before ya came in the door.; They say in your father's house, there's many mansions; Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
All I really want to do,; Is, baby, be friends with you.
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
He said, Are you lookin' for somethin' easy to catch?; I said, I got no money. He said, That ain't necessary.
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard; I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
to live outside the law, you must be honest
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
All the laughter is just making me sad
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
