Lay down your weary tune, lay down,;
Lay down the song you strum,;
And rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings;
No voice can hope to hum.

I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go

I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.

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

You can make me cry;
Never say goodbye

Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say

Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?

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

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

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.

The door has closed forevermore If indeed there ever was a door

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues

They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun

take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind

You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend

Could you ever be true?

Leaving men wholly, totally free;
To do anything they wish to do but die

The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder

Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?

Well, I try my best;
To be just like I am,;
But everybody wants you;
To be just like them.

Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above

Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss;
In the valley of the missing link

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.

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

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain;
That could hold you dear lady from going insane

Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk;
Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.;
Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?;
You looked a little burned out, my friend,;
I thought it might be up to me.

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

to live outside the law, you must be honest

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

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

It was true that in his later years he would not carry a gun;
"I'm around too many children," he'd say, "they should never know of one."

And every time you get this close;
It makes me want to scream

When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."

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

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.

Lost time is not found again

And you, you took me in,;
You loved me then;
You didn't waste time.

Every brain is civilized,;
Every nerve is analyzed,;
Everything is criticized when you are in need.

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

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

I'm going out of my mind;
With a pain that stops and starts

Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real;
Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel;
And I'll rock you too

Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.

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

I wish that for just one time;
You could stand inside my shoes;
You'd know what a drag it is;
To see you

We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right

Well, You've done it all and there's no more anyone can pretend to do.;
What can I do for You?

Well, you're on your own, you always were,;
In a land of wolves and thieves.

I stood unwound beneath the skies;
And clouds unbound by laws.

goodbye's too good a word, gal;
so I'll just say fare thee well

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

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

I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound;
Someone's always yelling turn it down

Everybody must get stoned.

he not busy being born, Is busy dying

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

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