Just like you I'm wondrin' what I'm doin' here.; Just like you I'm wondrin' what's goin' on.
It ain't my cup of meat.
Now the moon is almost hidden; The stars are beginning to hide; The fortunetelling lady; Has even taken all her things inside
If God's on our side; He'll stop the next war.
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
Don’t think twice, it’s all right
Searching for my double, looking for; Complete evaporation to the core
Do I need your permission to turn the other cheek?; If you can read my mind, why must I speak?
Some things are too hot to touch; The human mind can only stand so much
You breathed on me and made my life a richer one to live,; When I was deep in poverty you taught me how to give
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
Can't you make any sound?
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
When I'm all alone; In the great unknown,; I'll remember you.
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
I'm in a cowboy band
The country music station plays soft; but there's nothing, really nothing, to turn off
If dogs run free, why not me; Across the swamp of time?
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
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.
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.
I am hanging in the balance, of the reality of man; like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers; Who've lost all ray of hope,; You know, it ain't even safe no more; In the palace of the Pope.
Don't know if I saw you, if I would kiss you or kill you; It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues; You can tell by the way she smiles
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
She's a hypnotist collector
The vagabond who's rapping at your door; Is standing in the clothes that you once wore.
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain; Pay for your ticket and don't complain
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery,; Mistake your shyness for aloofness, your shyness for snobbery
Well, I wake in the morning, Fold my hands and pray for rain.; I got a head full of ideas, That are drivin' me insane.
Does she know I still care?
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
Have I surrendered to the will of God; Or am I still acting like the boss?
I wish that for just one time; You could stand inside my shoes; You'd know what a drag it is; To see you
I like the cool way you look at me,; Everything about you is bringing me; Misery.
The angels play on their horns all day,; The whole earth in progression seems to pass by.; But does anyone hear the music they play,; Does anyone even try?
The sky is erupting, I must go where it's quiet.
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.
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
Now all the criminals in their coats and their ties; Are free to drink martinis and watch the sun rise
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
I must admit I felt a little uneasy; When she bent down to tie the laces of my shoe
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.
I can still hear the sounds of those Methodist bells; I'd taken the cure and had just gotten through
Ring them bells, for the time that flies,; For the child that cries; When innocence dies.
For all eternity I think I will remember; That icy wind that's howling in your eye.
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Well my nerves are exploding and my body's tense; I feel like the whole world got me pinned up against the fence
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy,; I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory,; And all your ragin' glory.
Just what do you think you have to guard?
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 knows where I'd like to be; But it doesn't matter.
