You don't want a love that's pure; You wanna drown love; You want a watered-down love
Some things last longer than you think they will; There are some kind of things you can never kill
Rock me, pretty baby, rock me 'til everything gets real; Rock me for a little while, rock me 'til there's nothing left to feel; And I'll rock you too
She once was a true love of mine
Nations are angry, cursed are some,; People are expecting a false peace to come.
If the bible is right, the world will explode
I know God is my shield and he won't lead me astray
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.
I got a poison headache,; But I feel all right
Heart of mine be still,; You can play with fire, But you'll get the bill
I've already ripped out the phones, honey.; You can't walk the streets in a war
Trees that've stood for a thousand years suddenly will fall.
I'm going out of my mind; With a pain that stops and starts
But the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency,; All non-believers and men stealers talkin' in the name of religion
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
Won't you come see me, Queen Jane?
Most of the time; I can't even be sure; If she was ever with me; Or if I was with her.
In order to deal in this game, got to make the queen disappear,; It's done with a flick of the wrist.
All I feel is heat and flame and all I see are dark eyes.
Now at midnight all the agents; And the superhuman crew; Come out and round up everyone; That knows more than they do
I couldn't see what you could show me; Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.
Go 'way from my window,; Leave at your own chosen speed.
He looks so truthful, is this how he feels; Trying to peel the moon and expose it
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame; I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
You can make me cry; Never say goodbye
Time passes slowly when you're lost in a dream.
Thought I'd shaken the wonder and the phantoms of my youth
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
I believe in the impossible, you know that I do
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
I see people who are supposed to know better standin' around like furniture.
Dark Beauty; Meet me at the border late tonight
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind; You could have done better but I don't mind; You just kinda wasted my precious time
Shall I hold you close?; Or Shall I let you go by?; Tell me.; Tell me.
Well, they're not showing any lights tonight; And there's no moon.
Yesterday everything was going too fast; Today, it's moving too slow
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.
Has the record been breaking,; Did the needle just skip
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
Glamorous nymph with an arrow and bow
I'll remember you; At the end of the trail,; I had so much left to do,; I had so little time to fail.
You should be made; To wear earphones
No knife could ever cut our love apart
Well, I try my best; To be just like I am,; But everybody wants you; To be just like them.
If this is love then gimme more; And more and more and more and more.
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
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.
I'm walking through streets that are dead
Ain't no reason to go anywhere.
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Those are the hill of heaven, my love; You and I'll never know
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.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,; But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
When there is no more,; You cut to the core; Quicker than anyone I knew.
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"; I say, "I would if I could, but, ; I don't do sketches from memory."
