I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
Democracy don't rule the world,; You'd better get that in your head.; This world is ruled by violence; But I guess that's better left unsaid.
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Now the rainman gave me two cures,; Then he said, "Jump right in."; The one was Texas medicine,; The other was just railroad gin.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
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
Oh my name it is nothin'; My age it means less
Not one more night, not one more kiss,; Not this time baby, no more of this,; Takes too much skill, takes too much will,; It's revealing.
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
I got a poison headache,; But I feel all right
I stood unwound beneath the skies; And clouds unbound by laws.
Oh ev'ry foe that ever I faced
The cause was there before we came.
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain; That could hold you dear lady from going insane
Seen the arrow on the doorpost; Saying, "This land is condemned; All the way from New Orleans; To Jerusalem."
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
May you build a ladder to the stars; And climb on every rung.
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
The birds are flyin' low babe, honey I feel so exposed
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
Everybody must get stoned.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World
He said his name was Columbus; I just said, "Good luck."
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
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
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
When there is no more,; You cut to the core; Quicker than anyone I knew.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
Lost time is not found again
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
