the cops don't need you;
and man they expect the same

Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth

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.

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.

Those are the hill of heaven, my love;
You and I'll never know

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

Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me;
And I do not really need to be;
Assured that love is just a four-letter word

there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden

Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky

Now at midnight all the agents;
And the superhuman crew;
Come out and round up everyone;
That knows more than they do

Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,;
To see that you're madly in love.

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

That's how it is when things disintegrate

The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the bones of her face

How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?

Yes, I see you on your window ledge;
But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge

I'll remember you;
When the wind blows through the piney wood.

Tell ev'rybody;
Down in ol' 'Frisco;
That Tiny Montgomery's comin';
Down to say Hello

Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles

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

Seen the arrow on the doorpost;
Saying, "This land is condemned;
All the way from New Orleans;
To Jerusalem."

I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,;
See like me or be like me.

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

I'm just sitting here beating on my trumpet

He looks so truthful, is this how he feels;
Trying to peel the moon and expose it

Saw you drift into infinity and come back again

Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too;
Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through

You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows

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

If your mem'ry serves you well,;
You'll remember you're the one;
That called on me to call on them;
To get you your favors done.

Have I surrendered to the will of God;
Or am I still acting like the boss?

People ask about you;
I didn't tell them everything I knew

How did I meet you? I don't know.

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.

You cast your spell and I went under,;
I find it so difficult to leave.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take;
To find dignity

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

I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea;
Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.

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 don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble

You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.

Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete

It's so impossible to even learn the tune.

Turn your back, wash your hands,;
There's always someone who understands

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

I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.

Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.

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

Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.;
I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.

In the home of the brave Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave

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

I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now

A saxophone someplace far off played

If you get close to her, kiss her once for me

I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized

If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.

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

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

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

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