It's mighty funny;
the end of time has just begun

How can I explain?;
Oh, it's so hard to get on

But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,;
All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion

I was all right 'til I fell in love with you

Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow

False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,;
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.

Your magnetic movements;
Still capture the minutes I'm in.

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

Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.

She's a hypnotist collector

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

What drives me to you is what drives me insane.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.

I finally realize there's no room for regret

She once was a true love of mine

And you never ask questions;
When God's on your side.

Time is all I have to give

Some things are too hot to touch;
The human mind can only stand so much

your pleasure knows no limits

Can't you hear that motor turnin'?;
Automobile comin' into style

Love is so simple, to quote a phrase,;
You've known it all the time, I'm learnin' it these days.

I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized

The vagabond who's rapping at your door;
Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.

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

But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.

Radiant jewel, mystical wife.

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

there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain

Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast

Behind every beautiful thing there's been some kind of pain

I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid

Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.

What good am I if I say foolish things;
And I laugh in the face of what sorrow brings;
And I just turn my back while you silently die,;
What good am I?

Well, it's always been my nature to take chances;
My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances

I'll give you more gold;
Than your apron can hold;
If you'll only let your hair hang low

Then I'll stand on the ocean until I start sinkin',;
But I'll know my song well before I start singin'

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

Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?

The walls of pride are high and wide;
Can't see over to the other side;
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay;
It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave

It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart

The sun's not yellow it's chicken

I'm walking through streets that are dead

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

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

Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?

Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun;
Would treat a father so,;
To wait upon him hand and foot;
And always tell him, "No"?

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

I been hangin’ on threads I been playin’ it straight Now, I’ve just got to cut loose Before it gets late

When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke

For the loser now;
Will be later to win

The party's over, and there's less and less to say

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."

They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.

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

Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night,;
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean,;
I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss,;
For that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.

Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun