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Now, don't crowd me, lady;
Or I'll fill up your shoe
We're idiots, babe.;
It's a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
At dawn my lover comes to me;
And tells me of her dreams;
With no attempts to shovel the glimpse;
Into the ditch of what each one means
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
And if my thought-dreams could be seen, They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
You don't need a weather man;
To know which way the wind blows
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
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?;
You think He's just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
I've still got the scars that the sun didn't heal
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.
All he believes are his eyes, And his eyes, they just tell him lies
Time is all I have to give
Mona Lisa musta had the highway blues;
You can tell by the way she smiles
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud;
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
He got an all girl orchestra and when he says;
"Strike up the band," they hit it
Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.
Well, you're so bad and nasty;
But I love you, yes I do
But it's like I'm stuck inside a painting;
That's hanging in the Louvre
She's got everything she needs,;
She's an artist, she don't look back
If the bible is right, the world will explode
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can't buy her
I need a dump truck mama to unload my head
don't criticize;
what you can't understand.
Reality has always had too many heads
You're the other half of what I am, you're the missing piece
We sat in an empty theater and we kissed,;
I asked ya please to cross me off-a your list.
She knows there's no success like failure;
And that failure's no success at all.
Twenty years of schoolin' and they put you on the day shift
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.
And they're breaking down the distance;
Between right and wrong.
Everybody must get stoned.
We stare straight ahead and try so hard to stay right
Oh it's rush hour now;
On the wheel and the plow;
And the sun is going down;
Upon the sacred cow.
Son, this ain't a dream no more, it's the real thing.
I'm in love with a woman who don't even appeal to me
She once was a true love of mine
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."
I couldn't see what you could show me;
Your scarf had kept your mouth well hid
I got troubles, I think maybe you got troubles,;
I think maybe we'd better leave each other alone.
Don't trust me to show you love;
When my love may be only lust.
The sun's not yellow it's chicken
Yesterday everything was going too fast;
Today, it's moving too slow
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.
All the laughter is just making me sad
You don't want a love that's pure;
You wanna drown love;
You want a watered-down love
Well, there's voices in the night trying to be heard;
I'm sitting here listening to every mind polluting word
They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in;
Sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks
False-hearted judges dying in the webs that they spin,;
Only a matter of time 'til night comes steppin' in.
I feel nothing for their game where beauty goes unrecognized
I see you kiss her on the cheek ev'rytime she gives a speech
Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past;
I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast
Do you know where we're headin'?;
Lincoln County Road or Armageddon?
Don't you know there's nothing new that's under the sun?;
Well, there ain't no man righteous, no not one.
Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
'Twas then that I knew what he had on his mind.
Pardon, monsieur," the desk clerk says,;
Carefully removes his fez,;
"Am I hearin' you right?"
You can pound on the President's gate;
But you oughta know by now it's gonna be too late.
Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy