It's the last temptation; The last account; The last time you might hear the sermon on the mount,; The last radio is playing.
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
Talk about perfection, I ain't never seen none
Well, he can be fascinating, he can be dull,; He can ride down Niagara Falls in the barrels of your skull.
I looked at my watch; I looked at my wrist; I punched myself in the face with my fist
The truth was obscure, too profound and too pure, to live it you have to explode.
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
May you always know the truth; And see the lights surrounding you.
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
You know, news of you has come down the line; Even before ya came in the door.; They say in your father's house, there's many mansions; Each one of them got a fireproof floor.
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turnin' over in his grave
We grew up together; From the cradle to the grave; We died and were reborn; And then mysteriously saved.
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
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
Don't trust me to show you beauty; When beauty may only turn to rust.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
If I had wings and I could fly,; I know where I would go.
How does it feel
I got a poison headache,; But I feel all right
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
She once was a true love of mine
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Well, it's always been my nature to take chances; My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
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.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
If God's on our side; He'll stop the next war.
Guess it's too late to say the things to you; That you needed to hear me say.
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
My so-called friends have fallen under a spell.; They look me squarely in the eye and they say, "All is well."; Can they imagine the darkness that will fall from on high; When men will beg God to kill them and they won't be able to die?
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
You could ride like Annie Oakley,; You could shoot like Belle Starr.
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
But I will be back, I will survive,; You'll never get rid of me as long as you're alive.
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
Ain't no altars on this long and lonesome road
I couldn't see where we were goin'; But you said you knew an' I took your word
I gotta go; Find out something only dead men know
Give ya delusions of grandeur; And a evil eye; Give you idea that; You're too good to die
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
