Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
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.
Give me a string bean, I'm a hungry man.
Precious angel, you believe me when I say; What God has given to us no man can take away.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
you remind me of something that used to be; somethin' that crossed over from another century
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Dark Beauty; Meet me at the border late tonight
It's mighty funny; the end of time has just begun
They say ev'rything can be replaced
You lose yourself, you reappear
I still got my voice left, I can take it anywhere I go
She knows there's no success like failure; And that failure's no success at all.
Man's ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don't apply no more
If you're lookin' to get silly; You better go back to from where you came
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
Have you got some unfinished business?; Is there something holding you back?; Are you thinking for yourself; Or are you following the pack?
All right, I'll take a chance, I will fall in love with you
As his youth now unfolds; He is centuries old; Just to see him at play makes me smile; No matter what happens to me; No matter what my destiny; Lord, protect my child
Always on the outside of whatever side there was,; When they asked him why it had to be that way, "Well," he answered, "just because."
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly, He gets wise in his own eyes and he's made to believe a lie.
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
God is in heaven; And we all want what's his; But power and greed and corruptible seed; Seem to be all that there is
With haunted hearts through the heat and cold
We never thought we could ever get old
And the words that are used; For to get the ship confused; Will not be understood as they're spoken.
'Cause he doesn't tell you jokes or fairy tales, say he's got no style.
Does she know I still care?
And, when I was through; I filled up my shoe; And brought it to you.
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
