May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
People are crazy and times are strange
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
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.
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies; I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
All the people we used to know; Are an illusion to me now
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
She's a hypnotist collector
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,; When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
Can't you make any sound?
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
They say ev'rything can be replaced
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
When the last rays of daylight go down; Buddy, you'll roll no more; I can hear the church bells ringing in the yard; I wonder who they're ringing for
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
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
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
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't; But not tonight and it won't be here; There are things I could say but I don't; I know the mercy of God must be near
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
Did I miss the mark or; Over-step the line; That only you could see?
Inside the museums, Infinity goes up on trial
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
For I know that you know that I know that you know; Something is tearing up your mind.
Well, I asked for something to eat; I'm hungry as a hog; So I get brown rice, seaweed; And a dirty hot dog
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound; Someone's always yelling turn it down
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
Where black is the color, where none is the number
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.
