The night is pitch black, come an' make my; Pale face fit into place, ah, please!
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
And then you told me later, as I apologized; That you were just kiddin' me, you weren't really from the farm
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
Run your fingers down my spine; Bring me a touch of bliss
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
time is running backwards
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
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
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.
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
You could make me cry if you don't know.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
Don't trust me to show you the truth; When the truth may only be ashes and dust.
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
I stood unwound beneath the skies; And clouds unbound by laws.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,; Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
I see nothing to be gained by any explanation; There are no words that need to be said
That long black cloud is comin' down
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
Now, a very great man once said; That some people rob you with a fountain pen.; It didn't take too long to find out; Just what he was talkin' about.
Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore; You may not see me tomorrow.
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
I been to Sugar Town, I shook the sugar down
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
How did I meet you? I don't know.
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
On the rising curve,; Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,; You won't get anything you don't deserve,; Where we were born in time.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
