I have dined with kings, I've been offered wings, And I've never been too impressed.
May you have a strong foundation;
When the winds of changes shift
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 feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
Yes, my guard stood hard when abstract threats;
Too noble to neglect;
Deceived me into thinking;
I had something to protect
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
But even the president of the United States, Sometimes must have, To stand naked.
I'm already there in my mind;
And that's good enough for now
People are crazy and times are strange
I gotta go;
Find out something only dead men know
Turn your back, wash your hands,;
There's always someone who understands
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
Time is a jet plane, it moves too fast;
Oh, but what a shame if all we've shared can't last.
If you're lookin' to get silly;
You better go back to from where you came
I still can remember the way that you smiled
Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow
This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around
I just want you to know;
I can see through your masks
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
You should be made;
To wear earphones
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,;
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
Last night I danced with a stranger;
But she just reminded me you were the one
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher,;
Wiggle 'til you vomit fire
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,;
Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
