The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
Get the loot, don't be slow, we're gonna catch a trout
I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still
Now you stand here expectin' me to remember somethin' you forgot to say
Seen the arrow on the doorpost; Saying, "This land is condemned; All the way from New Orleans; To Jerusalem."
if every bone in his body was broken he would never admit it
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
I saw a highway of diamonds with nobody on it
I'll see you later when I'm not so out of my head,; Maybe next time I'll let the dead bury the dead.
If the bible is right, the world will explode
For the loser now; Will be later to win
I'm in love with the Ugliest Girl in the World
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
The door has closed forevermore
If indeed there ever was a door
Democracy don't rule the world,; You'd better get that in your head.; This world is ruled by violence; But I guess that's better left unsaid.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,; How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?; Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,; Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"; I say, "I would if I could, but, ; I don't do sketches from memory."
Well, anybody can be just like me, obviously; But then, now again, not too many can be like you, fortunately.
It's all been designed, he said, "To make you lose your mind,; And when you go back to find it, there's nothing there to find."
Because something is happening here; But you don't know what it is; Do you, Mister Jones?
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
No knife could ever cut our love apart
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting; That's hanging in the Louvre
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Tough Mama; Can I blow a little smoke on you?
If I ever lose her I will go insane; I go half crazy when she calls my name
I look into the eyes of my merciful friend
And then I ask myself, is this the end?
Memories linger, sad yet sweet
And I think of the souls in heaven who will meet
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
Well I don't dare close my eyes and I don't dare wink; Maybe in the next life I'll be able to hear myself think
I was in a whirlwind, now I'm in some better place.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
I just can't fit; Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
I can't provide for you no easy answers,; Who are you that I should have to lie?
I finally realize there's no room for regret
Do you know where we're headin'?; Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
people don’t live or die, people just float
What good am I if I know and don't do,; I If I see and don't say, if I look right through you
Won't you dance with me?; I'm fallin' in love with you.
That's how it is when things disintegrate
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
Sometimes I wanna take to the road and plunder
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
Mama, take this badge off of me
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
It's for myself and my friends my stories are sung.
Am I no longer a part of your plans or your dreams?
A million faces at my feet; But all I see are dark eyes
I need a steam shovel mama to keep away the dead
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
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?
My love she speaks like silence
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
