Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style

Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,;
He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.

Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

Where black is the color, where none is the number

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

Don't trust me to show you the truth;
When the truth may only be ashes and dust.

Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe

Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun

But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.

Pain sure brings out the best in people, doesn't it?

Can't you make any sound?

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

I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.

You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece

She says, "What'll it be?";
I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"

I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.

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

If there's a poor boy on the street,;
Then let him have my seat;
'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances;
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances

I don't want to fake you out

As his youth now unfolds;
He is centuries old;
Just to see him at play makes me smile;
No matter what happens to me;
No matter what my destiny;
Lord, protect my child

How can I explain?;
Oh, it's so hard to get on

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."

There was music in the cafes at night;
And revolution in the air.

Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.

In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection

I got nothing left to burn

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.

if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray

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

I can change, I swear, oh, oh,;
See what you can do.;
I can make it through,;
You can make it too.

And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.

I don't need any reminder;
To know how much I really care

Oh, some of us'll end up;
In St. Cloud Prison,;
And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things

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.

Turn your back, wash your hands,;
There's always someone who understands

Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!";
I say, "I would if I could, but, ;
I don't do sketches from memory."

Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through

I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down

Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth

I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.

Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.

Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties;
Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise

Have you got some unfinished business?;
Is there something holding you back?;
Are you thinking for yourself;
Or are you following the pack?

Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?

Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.

You'd better do somethin' quick;
She's your lover now.

The treasure can't be found by men who search

Wallflower, wallflower;
Take a chance on me.;
Please let me ride you home.

Insanity is smashing up against my soul;
You can say I was on anything but a roll;
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top;
What would I do with it anyway ;
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

People carry roses Make promises by the hours My love she laughs like the flowers Valentines can't buy her

She's a hypnotist collector

We're both just one too many mornings;
An' a thousand miles behind.

But does anyone hear the music they play Does anyone even try?

But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion

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