You can pound on the President's gate; But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
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
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
You think you can hide but you're never alone,; Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
Sooner or later, one of us must know; That I really did try to get close to you
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
You lose yourself, you reappear
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
I'm in the streets; With the tombstone blues
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.; One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.
I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,; Makes you stop and all wonder why.
Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss; In the valley of the missing link
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
The pump don't work; 'Cause the vandals took the handles
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
You should be made; To wear earphones
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not Him"
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.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
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
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.
I'll remember you; When the wind blows through the piney wood.
Everybody must get stoned.
I'm T-boned and punctured; But I'm known to be calm
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
People are crazy and times are strange
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
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.
Today on the countryside it was a-hotter than a crotch
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
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
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,; If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
