In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
It's the ways of the flesh to war against the spirit; Twenty-four hours a day you can feel it and you can hear it; Using all the devices under the sun.
Lost time is not found again
Our conversation was short and sweet; It nearly swept me off-a my feet.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
You're the one I've been looking for,; You're the one that's got the key.; But I can't figure out whether I'm too good for you; Or you're too good for me.
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
Just what do you think you have to guard?
Wallflower, wallflower; Take a chance on me.; Please let me ride you home.
Any day now, any day now,; I shall be released.
She still lives inside of me, we've never been apart.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
time is running backwards
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.
He bought me with a price,; Freed me from the pit,; Full of emptiness and wrath; And the fire that burns in it.
Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line,; Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden
Heard the sound of a clown who cried in the alley
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
And every time you get this close; It makes me want to scream
Let's try to get beneath the surface waste, girl,; No more booby traps and bombs,; No more decadence and charm,; No more affection that's misplaced, girl
She knows there's no success like failure; And that failure's no success at all.
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
Put your ear to the train tracks, put your ear to the ground,; You ever feel like you're never alone even when there's nobody else around?; Since the beginning of the universe man's been cursed by trouble.
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer; It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I thought somehow that I would be spared this fate
She got a weird sense of humor that's all her own
What's lost is lost, we can't regain what went down in the flood
Whatever you wanted; Slipped out of my mind
What was it you wanted; When you were kissing my check?
One of these days and it won't be long; Going down in the valley and sing my song; I will sing it loud and sing it strong; Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
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.
We grew up together; From the cradle to the grave; We died and were reborn; And then mysteriously saved.
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
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
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.
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
At the corrida we'll sit in the shade; And watch the young torero stand alone.; We'll drink tequila where our grandfathers stayed; When they rode with Villa into Torreon.
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
I been hangin’ on threads
I been playin’ it straight
Now, I’ve just got to cut loose
Before it gets late
You say my kisses are not like his,; But this time I'm not gonna tell you why that is.
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
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
The way is long but the end is near, Already the fiesta has begun
If there's a poor boy on the street,; Then let him have my seat; 'Cause tonight I'll be staying here with you.
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
