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

How does it feel

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.

Nobody feels any pain

Now somebody's got to show their hand, time is an enemy