Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
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.
It's many a guard; That stands around smilin',; Holdin' his club; Like he was a king.
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
I'll give you more gold; Than your apron can hold; If you'll only let your hair hang low
She once was a true love of mine
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
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 don't wanna be hers, I wanna be yours.
This wheel shall explode!
Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
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.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
You were trying to break into another world; A world I never knew.; I always kind of wondered; If you ever made it through.
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
Now, a very great man once said; That some people rob you with a fountain pen.; It didn't take too long to find out; Just what he was talkin' about.
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
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.
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain; You give something up for everything you gain
I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity
The treasure can't be found by men who search
You have explained every mystery.; What can I do for You?
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,; What good am I?
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
people don’t live or die, people just float
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
I stood unwound beneath the skies; And clouds unbound by laws.
it is not he or she or them or it; That you belong to.
she's true, like ice, like fire
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
