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

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