Your temperature's too hot for taming

All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you

If you want somebody you can trust, trust yourself.

So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.

Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?;
If you can read my mind, why must I speak?

So take heed, take heed of the western wind

Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you;
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow

I seen the kingdoms of the world and it's makin' me feel afraid.

It ain't my cup of meat.

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night

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

Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress

What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?

The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,;
But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.

The country music station plays soft;
but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off

Gonna sleep down in the parlor;
And relive my dreams

You got a lotta nerve;
To say you are my friend

I'm walking through streets that are dead

Oh, man has invented his doom, First step was touching the moon.

Ain't complaining 'bout what I got;
Seen better times, but who has not?

Put your body next to mine;
And keep me company,;
There is plenty a room for all,;
So please don't elbow me.

Your loyalty is not to me;
But to the stars above

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

I been hangin’ on threads I been playin’ it straight Now, I’ve just got to cut loose Before it gets late

A million faces at my feet;
But all I see are dark eyes

Because something is happening here;
But you don't know what it is;
Do you, Mister Jones?

I said, "You know they refused Jesus, too";
He said, "You're not Him"

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

Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above

And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,;
And the dust of rumors covers me.

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

I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go

I got a poison headache,;
But I feel all right

All the laughter is just making me sad

I need a dump truck mama to unload my head

Some things are too hot to touch;
The human mind can only stand so much

Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.

And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.

I got new eyes ;
Everything looks far away

One of these days and it won't be long;
Going down in the valley and sing my song;
I will sing it loud and sing it strong;
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong

Reality has always had too many heads

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

It's too hot to sleep time is running away

He said his name was Columbus;
I just said, "Good luck."

Precious angel, you believe me when I say;
What God has given to us no man can take away.

At the corrida we'll sit in the shade;
And watch the young torero stand alone.;
We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed;
When they rode with Villa into Torreon.

How can I explain?;
Oh, it's so hard to get on

There was music in the cafes at night;
And revolution in the air.

I'm in a cowboy band

If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.

I can smile in the face of mankind.;
Don't even remember what her lips felt like on mine;
Most of the time.

We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right

Dark Beauty;
Meet me at the border late tonight

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks

I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized

You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,;
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,;
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.

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