I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too"; He said, "You're not 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?
When you know as well as me; You'd rather see me paralyzed
May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.; He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.
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
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
No time to suffer or blink; And no time to think
Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
I got a poison headache,; But I feel all right
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it
Wallflower, wallflower; Take a chance on me.; Please let me ride you home.
Not one more night, not one more kiss,; Not this time baby, no more of this,; Takes too much skill, takes too much will,; It's revealing.
When I met you, baby,; You didn't show no visible scars.
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?; I've tried my best to love you, but I cannot play this game; Your best friend and my worst enemy is one and the same
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
You cast your spell and I went under,; I find it so difficult to leave.
This time tomorrow I'll know you better; When my memory is not so short.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain
They used to grow food in Kansas; Now they want to grow it on the moon and eat it raw.; I can see the day coming when even your home garden; Is gonna be against the law.
All the people we used to know; Are an illusion to me now
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
If he needs a third eye he just grows it
Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,; To see that you're madly in love.
She was with Big Jim but she was leanin' to the Jack of Hearts
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 mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
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
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much; Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
She's a hypnotist collector
Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.
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.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
They got him on conspiracy, they were never sure who with.
Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
Cities on fire, phones out of order
Precious angel, you believe me when I say; What God has given to us no man can take away.
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
Everything passes,; Everything changes,; Just do what you think you should do.
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"; I say, "I would if I could, but, ; I don't do sketches from memory."
