There's always some new stranger sneakin' glances,;
Some trigger-happy fool willin' to take chances

I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"

And then you told me later, as I apologized;
That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm

Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?;
I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game;
Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same

When you think that you lost everything;
You find out you can always lose a little more

Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.

Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.

One more cup of coffee 'fore I go;
To the valley below

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

You were trying to break into another world;
A world I never knew.;
I always kind of wondered;
If you ever made it through.

Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch

Louise, she's all right, she's just near;
She's delicate and seems like the mirror;
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear;
That Johanna's not here

Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?

I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.

When destruction cometh swiftly;
And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,;
Have you decided whether you want to be;
In heaven or in hell?

I'm walking through streets that are dead

They don't want me around;
'Cause I believe in you.

Tough Mama;
Can I blow a little smoke on you?

Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress

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

I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech

All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.

I finally realize there's no room for regret

I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes;
They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes;
All the young men with their young women looking so good;
Well, I'd trade places with any of them ;
In a minute, if I could

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

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

I'm T-boned and punctured;
But I'm known to be calm

It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,;
And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."

All the people we used to know;
Are an illusion to me now

Reality has always had too many heads

They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves

Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky

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

Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time

Go 'way from my window,;
Leave at your own chosen speed.

I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know

I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.

It's many a guard;
That stands around smilin',;
Holdin' his club;
Like he was a king.

In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

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

Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know

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

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

Boys in the street beginning to play;
Girls like birds flying away

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

Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign

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

I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.

It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit;
Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it;
Using all the devices under the sun.

'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.

In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,;
It's done with a flick of the wrist.

A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

I wouldn't be ashamed to be seen with you anywhere.

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.

When I'm all alone;
In the great unknown,;
I'll remember you.

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.

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