Just do your thing, you'll be king; If dogs run free.
My feet are so tired, my brain is so wired
I was all right 'til I fell in love with you
Don't the moon look good, mama, Shinin' through the trees?
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
Don't have to look no further, you're the soul of many things.
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
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?
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud; Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past; I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
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
If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, remind me to show you the, scars.
take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind
Every brain is civilized,; Every nerve is analyzed,; Everything is criticized when you are in need.
I could say that I'd be faithful, I could say it in one sweet, easy breath; But to you that would be cruelty and to me it surely would be death.
My children will go, As soon as they grow.; Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature?
Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand,; And rivers that ran through ev'ry day.
Put your body next to mine; And keep me company,; There is plenty a room for all,; So please don't elbow me.
My head tells me it's time to make a change; But my heart is telling me I love ya but you're strange.
Don't trust me to show you love; When my love may be only lust.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
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.
When he died I was hopin' that it wasn't contagious
Insanity is smashing up against my soul; You can say I was on anything but a roll; If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top; What would I do with it anyway ; Maybe take it to the pawn shop
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
All the tired horses in the sun; How'm I supposed to get any ridin' done? Hmm.
I got a poison headache,; But I feel all right
I've been down on the bottom of a world full of lies; I ain't looking for nothing in anyone's eyes
Now there's spiritual warfare and flesh and blood breaking down.; Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain't no neutral ground.
Handy dandy, he got a basket of flowers and a bag full or sorrow
Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
if there's an original thought out there, I could use it right now
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
Gonna sleep down in the parlor; And relive my dreams
It's too hot to sleep time is running away
Oh it's rush hour now; On the wheel and the plow; And the sun is going down; Upon the sacred cow.
As the last fire truck from hell; Goes rolling by, all good people are praying
The drinks are ready and the dogs are going to war
Oh, baby, that god you been prayin' to; Is gonna give ya back what you're wishin' on someone else
They say you're usin' voodoo, I seen your feet walk by themselves
My conscience is beginning to bother me today.
Shine your light, shine your light on me; Ya know I just couldn't make it by myself.; I'm a little too blind to see
Yes, I see you on your window ledge; But I can't tell just how far away you are from the edge
They said it was the land of milk and honey,; now they say it's the land of money.; Who ever thought they could ever make that stick.
I gotta go; Find out something only dead men know
Now, don't crowd me, lady; Or I'll fill up your shoe
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Oh, some of us'll end up; In St. Cloud Prison,; And some of us'll wind up, To be lawyers and things
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here,; All the pigeons gonna run to him.
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.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
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.
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
Everybody's doin' something,; I heard it in a dream,; But when there's too much of nothing,; It just makes a fella mean.
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,; I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
Everybody's wearing a disguise; To hide what they've got left behind their eyes
Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
