Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed; Dignity never been photographed
Can't you make any sound?
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
It's the last temptation; The last account; The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,; The last radio is playing.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
We heard the Sermon on the Mount and I knew it was too complex,; It didn't amount to anything more than what the broken glass reflects.
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
I can smile in the face of mankind.; Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine; Most of the time.
goodbye's too good a word, gal; so I'll just say fare thee well
Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take; To find dignity
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim,; That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
We pointed out the way to go; And scratched your name in sand,; Though you just thought it was nothing more; Than a place for you to stand.
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
Oh what dear daughter 'neath the sun; Would treat a father so,; To wait upon him hand and foot; And always tell him, "No"?
It's so impossible to even learn the tune.
You will search, babe, At any cost.; But how long, babe, Can you search for what's not lost?
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
There's some people that; You don't forget,; Even though you've only seen'm; One time or two.
You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Gon' walk on down until I'm right beside the sun; I'm gonna have to put up a barrier to keep myself away from everyone.
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
Whatever you gonna do,; Please do it fast.
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
Where black is the color, where none is the number
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
An' here I sit so patiently; Waiting to find out what price; You have to pay to get out of; Going through all these things twice.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
