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.
They tell me revenge is sweet and from where they stand, I'm sure it is.
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
And they're breaking down the distance; Between right and wrong.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
What happened to the real you, you've been captured but by whom?
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
But is your heart made out of stone, or is it lime; Or is it just solid rock?
Put my tears in a bottle
Screw the top on tight
Whatever you gonna do,; Please do it fast.
It was then that I got up to leave; But she said, "Don't forget,; Everybody must give something back; For something they get."
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,; I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
Well, I got a harmonica job, begun to play,; Blowin' my lungs out for a dollar a day.
One more cup of coffee 'fore I go; To the valley below
Cities on fire, phones out of order
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm gettin' soft.
Oh, the only decent thing I did when I worked as a postal clerk; Was to haul your picture down off the wall near the cage where I used to work.; Was I a fool or not to try to protect your identity?; You looked a little burned out, my friend,; I thought it might be up to me.
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.
There's only one step down from here, baby,; It's called the land of permanent bliss.
We always did feel the same,; We just saw it from a different point of view
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?; Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Well the desert is hot, the mountain is cursed,; Pray that I don't die of thirst,; Baby, two feet from the well.
For the loser now; Will be later to win
What's a sweetheart like you doin' in a dump like this?
Well, I don't have to be no doctor, babe,; To see that you're madly in love.
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
I hate myself for lovin' you and the weakness that it showed; You were just a painted face on a trip down Suicide Road
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
What was it you wanted; When you were kissing my check?
I stood unwound beneath the skies; And clouds unbound by laws.
So long, New York.; Howdy, East Orange.
I'm sick of love but I'm in the thick of it
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,; Should I leave them by your gate,; Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?
Lovin' you is the one thing I'll never regret.
As his youth now unfolds; He is centuries old; Just to see him at play makes me smile; No matter what happens to me; No matter what my destiny; Lord, protect my child
I'm going back to New York City; I do believe I've had enough
Well, if I had to do it all over again,; Babe, I'd do it all over you.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Your mind is your temple, keep it beautiful and free,; Don't let an egg get laid in it by something you can't see.
Yes, I know now, traps are only set by me; And I do not really need to be; Assured that love is just a four-letter word
And every one of them words rang true; And glowed like burnin' coal; Pourin' off of every page; Like it was written in my soul from me to you
She knows there's no success like failure; And that failure's no success at all.
The sky is trembling, And I must leave.
Hot chili peppers in the blistering sun
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
She said, "Be easy, baby,; There ain't nothin' worth stealin' in here."
