Where black is the color, where none is the number
We're going all the way 'til the wheels fall off and burn
Can you tell me what we're waiting for, senor?
Have you got some unfinished business?; Is there something holding you back?; Are you thinking for yourself; Or are you following the pack?
Took a stranger to teach me, to look into justice's beautiful face; And to see an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
Three fellas crawlin' on their way back to work,; Nobody stops to ask why.
When destruction cometh swiftly; And there's no time to say a fare-thee-well,; Have you decided whether you want to be; In heaven or in hell?
Senor, senor, let's disconnect these cables,; Overturn these tables.; This place don't make sense to me no more.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,; Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,; With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,; Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Nobody feels any pain
We never thought we could ever get old.; We thought we could sit forever in fun
Every day of the year's like playin' Russian roulette
People are crazy and times are strange
How does it feel
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Radiant jewel, mystical wife.
the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming
There was music in the cafes at night; And revolution in the air.
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
Lost time is not found again
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
as long as the world keeps a-turnin', I just keep a-turnin' too.
I don't want to fake you out
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
I hear the ancient footsteps like the motion of the sea; Sometimes I turn, there's someone there, other times it's only me.
I'm already there in my mind; And that's good enough for now
I stood alone upon the ridge and all I did was watch.
They tell me everything is gonna be all right; But I don't know what "all right" even means
Something there is about you that brings back a long forgotten truth
You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
She says, "What'll it be?"; I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"
Louise, she's all right, she's just near; She's delicate and seems like the mirror; But she just makes it all too concise and too clear; That Johanna's not here
There's no one here, the gardener is gone
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
Are you still my friend, baby, show me a sign
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're tryin' to be so quiet?
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
While my conscience explodes; The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
There are those who worship loneliness, I'm not one of them
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Roses are red, violets are blue; And time is beginning to crawl
Don't you cry and don't you die and don't you burn
I want to thank You, Lord,; I just want to thank You, Lord,; Thank You, Lord.
Somethin' there is about you that I can't quite put my finger on.
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Gon' walk on down that dirt road 'til I'm right beside the sun
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
If the bible is right, the world will explode
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
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.
People tell me it's a sin; To know and feel too much within.
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
Can't you hear that motor turnin'?; Automobile comin' into style
