I like the cool way you look at me,; Everything about you is bringing me; Misery.
he not busy being born, Is busy dying
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke
Just what do you think you have to guard?
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
don't criticize; what you can't understand.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
I got new eyes ; Everything looks far away
Did I miss the mark or; Over-step the line; That only you could see?
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.
Well, you're on your own, you always were,; In a land of wolves and thieves.
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
Build a fire, throw on logs; And listen to it hiss; And let it burn, burn, burn, burn; On a night like this.
And I can't let go, won't let go, and I can't let go no more.
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.
In the hills of mystery,; In the foggy web of destiny,; You can have what's left of me,; Where we were born in time.
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
Wealth is a filthy rag; So erotic so unpatriotic; So wrapped up in the American flag
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,; Carefully removes his fez,; "Am I hearin' you right?"
When we meet again; Introduced as friends; Please don't let on that you knew me when; I was hungry and it was your world.
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
No time to suffer or blink; And no time to think
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
No knife could ever cut our love apart
You're so damn nonchalant; But it's your mind that I want.
In the day of confession; We cannot mock a soul.; Oh, when there's too much of nothing,; No one has control.
Are you looking at me and thinking of somebody else?
I've gained some recognition but I lost my appetite.
In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection
But the magician is quicker and his game; Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
I don't need no alibi when I'm spending time with you.; I've heard all of them rumors and you have heard 'em too.
Those are the hills of hell-fire my love; Where you and I will unite
And the dirt of gossip blows into my face,; And the dust of rumors covers me.
Without freedom of speech, I might be in the swamp.
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
What drives me to you is what drives me insane.
the cops don't need you; and man they expect the same
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
But does anyone hear the music they play
Does anyone even try?
The man in me will hide sometimes to keep from bein' seen,; But that's just because he doesn't want to turn into some machine.
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got; Seen better times, but who has not?
I don't need any reminder; To know how much I really care
On the rising curve,; Where the ways of nature will test every nerve,; You won't get anything you don't deserve,; Where we were born in time.
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.
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
It's too bright a light, he said, "For anybody's eyes,; If you've never seen one it's a blessing in disguise."
That's how it is when things disintegrate
She was born in spring, but I was born too late
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
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
Well my house is on fire, burning to the sky
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Oh a false clock tries to tick out my time
Never could learn to drink that blood; And call it wine
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,; Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
