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.

She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.

Well, I asked for something to eat;
I'm hungry as a hog;
So I get brown rice, seaweed;
And a dirty hot dog

I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead

Ring them bells, for the time that flies,;
For the child that cries;
When innocence dies.

She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own

Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule

That's how it is when things disintegrate

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

She's a hypnotist collector

Scorpio Sphinx in a calico dress

Whatever you gonna do,;
Please do it fast.

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

Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain;
Pay for your ticket and don't complain

I'll remember you;
At the end of the trail,;
I had so much left to do,;
I had so little time to fail.

The door has closed forevermore If indeed there ever was a door

Sometimes the devil likes to drive you from the neighborhood.;
He'll even work his ways through those whose intentions are good.

My conscience is beginning to bother me today.

I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath;
But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.

Let the wind blow low, let the wind blow high.;
One day the little boy and the little girl were both baked in a pie.

I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.;
I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.

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

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

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.

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

We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn

take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind

Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.;
Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.

Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.

if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now

You lose yourself, you reappear

And every time you get this close;
It makes me want to scream

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales

There's no one here, the gardener is gone

People are crazy and times are strange

Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense;
I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence

I'm going back to New York City;
I do believe I've had enough

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.

Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't;
But not tonight and it won't be here;
There are things I could say but I don't;
I know the mercy of God must be near

Time passes slowly when you're searchin' for love.

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely

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

I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it

I fought with my twin, that enemy within, 'til both of us fell by the way.

We never thought we could ever get old.;
We thought we could sit forever in fun

Wealth is a filthy rag;
So erotic so unpatriotic;
So wrapped up in the American flag

Every time you leave and go off someplace,;
Things fall to pieces in my face

If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born

Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.

We always did feel the same,;
We just saw it from a different point of view

Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.

What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?

If I shut myself off so I can't hear you cry,;
What good am I?

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.

Well, I wanna be your lover, baby, I don't wanna be your boss.

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

Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,;
Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.

I'm in the streets;
With the tombstone blues

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

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