Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
I'm hungry and I'm irritable; And I'm tired of this bag of tricks.; At one time there was nothing wrong with me; That you could not fix.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in; Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
I've paid the price of solitude, but at last I'm out of debt.
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
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.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,; Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,; Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
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.
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
You say you love me; And you're thinkin' of me,; But you know you could be wrong.
People on the platforms; Waiting for the trains; I can hear their hearts a-beatin'; Like pendulums swinging on chains
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
When we meet again; Introduced as friends; Please don't let on that you knew me when; I was hungry and it was your world.
I don't know why I love her but I just can't stop
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
Will I ever learn that there'll be no peace, that the war won't cease; Until He returns?
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
Your loyalty is not to me; But to the stars above
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
What was it you wanted; When you were kissing my check?
At dawn my lover comes to me; And tells me of her dreams; With no attempts to shovel the glimpse; Into the ditch of what each one means
Won't you descend from the throne, from where you sit?
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
We're idiots, babe.; It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
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.
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?
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says; "Strike up the band," they hit it
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
Boys in the street beginning to play; Girls like birds flying away
I'm walking through streets that are dead
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
God is in heaven; And we all want what's his; But power and greed and corruptible seed; Seem to be all that there is
I got nothing left to burn
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
