They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
Ever since you walked right in, the circle's been complete
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
You can't get to glory by the raising and the lowering of no flag.; Put your goodness next to God's and it comes out like a filthy rag.
Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
People disagreeing everywhere you look,; Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Turn your back, wash your hands,; There's always someone who understands
How did I meet you? I don't know.
Leaving men wholly, totally free; To do anything they wish to do but die
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
When destruction cometh swiftly; And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,; Have you decided whether you want to be; In heaven or in hell?
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
I'm glad to see you're still alive, you're lookin' like a saint.
Temptation's not an easy thing
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
And I, I don't mind the pain; Don't mind the driving rain; I know I will sustain; 'Cause I believe in you.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
If you're a doctor, I need a shot of love.
I've been hit too hard, I've seen too much; Nothing can heal me now, but your touch
And you never ask questions; When God's on your side.
Mama, take this badge off of me
Did I miss the mark or; Over-step the line; That only you could see?
Lot of water under the bridge, Lot of other stuff too; Don't get up gentlemen, I'm only passing through
May you have a strong foundation; When the winds of changes shift
I hear that sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Oh the fishes will laugh; As they swim out of the path; And the seagulls they'll be smiling.
Tell ev'rybody; Down in ol' 'Frisco; That Tiny Montgomery's comin'; Down to say Hello
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
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
If you're lookin' to get silly; You better go back to from where you came
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Lookin' at my shadow watching the colors up above
What looks large from a distance,; Close up ain't never that big.
Here is your throat back; Thanks for the loan
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Somebody's got to find your trail,; I guess it must be up to me.
Your cracked country lips,; I still wish to kiss,; As to be under the strength of your skin.
