Bangin' his head, stab in the back Look her in the eye and Buddy, you can tell she's crazy Smack in the face, look at 'em go Take a look around and you
The Western lands Day turns to Night Immaterial play of light It's very nice out here Poked my hand in a hornet's nest They flew out around my face I
She was just a blue eyed Boston girl Her voice was low with pain I'll do your bidding comrade mine If I ride back again But if you ride back and I am
Somewhere between the darkness and light The faces all glow but it's not too bright Civilization, it's all about knives and forks Isn't she here? What
Soy el cambio, soy Siempre he sido asi Soy continuidad Estoy detras de mi Yo soy la nacion Soy la soledad Lo particular Soy la humanidad Desconocido
Picture this Bumping lips Everyone talks Do a dialogue box They shake and bake Make a cranky face They got rocks in the head Got rocks in the bed Pull
Little girls go float upstream Some a' them never comin' back We are powerless to stop them As they vanish from our sight Little boys dig tunnels Into
In national elections In songs raised on high With stirring emotions As tears fill your eyes In democratic fever For national defense I am a mountain
Atom-smashers in the cocktail lounge tonight Opera singers in the graveyard keeping time And the DJ mixes them all And the music rhymes but it crawls
I introduce you to my friends & that's the last I see of you All the world's discovered my big secret Everyone's in love with you They're fascinated
There are broken things In my house Some are twisted Some are cracked Some been bended Till they snapped There are broken Things in here Things in
Number 1, try to walking quickly be Number 2, count to ten, smile, count to ten Number 3, big shoes Number 4, watching big shoes Number 5, buying things
Au fond du temple saint ParA© de fleurs et d'or, Une femme apparaA®t! Je crois la voir encore! Une femme apparaA®t! Je crois la voir encore! La foule
I'm glad I've got skin, I'm glad I've got eyes I'm glad I got hips, I'm glad I've got thighs I'm glad I'm allowed to say the things I feel I'm glad Igot
The western lands, day turns to night Immaterial play of light It's very nice out here I poked my hand in a hornet's nest They flew out all around my
Now, I'm wakin' at the crack of dawn To send a little money home from here to the moon Is risin' like a discotheque And now my bags are down and packed
I ride on a perfect freeway Many people on that road I heard the sound of someone laughing I saw my neighbors car explode Just up ahead Against the sky
The dimming of the light makes the picture clearer It?s just an old photograph, there?s nothing to hide When the world was just beginning. I memorized
