to live outside the law, you must be honest

But the magician is quicker and his game;
Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe;
"I thought you'd never say hello," she said;
"You look like the silent type."

I want to thank You, Lord,;
I just want to thank You, Lord,;
Thank You, Lord.

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

Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,;
Nobody stops to ask why.

Time is an ocean but it ends at the shore;
You may not see me tomorrow.

You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,;
When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give

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

And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.

Well, they're not showing any lights tonight;
And there's no moon.

No, no, no, it ain't me, babe

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold We never thought we could ever get old

And I'll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it

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

Could you ever be true?

Guess it's too late to say the things to you;
That you needed to hear me say.

Your temperature's too hot for taming

I like the cool way you look at me,;
Everything about you is bringing me;
Misery.

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted

No time to suffer or blink;
And no time to think

Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do

How long can I stay in this nowhere café

She was born in spring, but I was born too late

I'd never say;
That I done it the way;
That you'd have liked me to.

The pump don't work;
'Cause the vandals took the handles

In the day of confession;
We cannot mock a soul.;
Oh, when there's too much of nothing,;
No one has control.

My love she speaks like silence

It's the last temptation;
The last account;
The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,;
The last radio is playing.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,;
That we could sit simply in that room again.

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.

My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn;
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan;
Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low;
Well my heart's in the Highlands;
Only place left to go

On the rising curve,;
Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,;
You won't get anything you don't deserve,;
Where we were born in time.

Drinkin' man listens to the voice he hears;
In a crowded room full of covered up mirrors;
Lookin' into the lost forgotten years;
For dignity

Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag;
Ain't no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag;
Only a fool in here would think he's got anything to prove

My children will go, As soon as they grow.;
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.

I can't help it if I'm lucky.

Some things last longer than you think they will;
There are some kind of things you can never kill

She knows there's no success like failure;
And that failure's no success at all.

But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,;
All the pigeons gonna run to him.

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

I can't provide for you no easy answers,;
Who are you that I should have to lie?

He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it

This is the key to the kingdom and this is the town;
This is the blind horse that leads you around

I just can't fit;
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit

Goodnight, my love, may the lord have mercy on us all.

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

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.

Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody

Never could learn to drink that blood;
And call it wine

Well my sense of humanity has gone down the drain

I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it

As the last fire truck from hell;
Goes rolling by, all good people are praying

The treasure can't be found by men who search

The party's over, and there's less and less to say

Does she know I still care?

Everything passes,;
Everything changes,;
Just do what you think you should do.

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.

Praise be to Nero's Neptune;
The Titanic sails at dawn;
And everybody's shouting;
Which Side Are You On?

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