been talkin' all your mouth full of lies, Sitting there toppling and, Lord, they criticize. So through the eyes of the fool the deaf is wise, And through the eyes of the wise
will take up the electric guitar, ha And Johnny Ramone will get a sled for a car, Theres a group called The Damned, they say Who play the four wise men
I may be wealthy but I can still be wise Drop my old disguise I can't seem to end my day Until I feel something's said and done A flashy guitar or a
of a single foot roan When you know that horse, you'll leave him alone The ole roan's got green in his eyes Mean as the devil and twice as wise A fire
need To be helped up off your knees You must have gone low down crazy In order to get real wise You must have gone low down crazy In order to get really wise
'll cry much later. Cause I hold the power of your fate. The bullet is in the chamber. But now you are feeling strange. You can't be very wise. Cause
of my heaven Even tho you took the twinkle out of my eyes I will always be in love with you my darling even tho I sit and wonder if I'm wise Since the
ain't funny Darn your hide shame on you [ steel ] Shame shame on you shame shame on you Ran around with other guys and and try to lie when I got wise
the end In my hour of darkness, in my time of need Oh Lord, grant me vision, oh Lord, grant me speed Another young man safely strummed his silver string guitar
The empty theater is lying cold In the shadows of the past A church group enters to touch the molding With a burst of song and a simple repast Guitars
streets) Lyrics by: Carly Simon Children carry through the streets A brightly painted star Angels gather 'round the hearth Strumming on guitars Men
city lights It's all right, all right Ha ha Yeah dynamites, on Friday nights Under the big city lights It's all right, all right Play some sweet guitar
of everything Daddy, you're my man Baby, you're my girl When it comes to knowing Which way the wind is blowing Baby, you're so wise And when it comes
so cold But with each new day I pray I'll strike it rich and then I'll go back home and claim my love in Saginaw Michigan [ ac.guitar ] I wrote my love
style, uh 'Cuz these are the days of wild, hit me (Hold onto your wits) (Hold onto your wits) Pop guns and [unverified] brother please We're too wise
My mind's an ashtray full of ashes Lick the tears from my eyelashes Oh, whatever will I see that's good He plays a really mean guitar She smokes a really
-na, na-na-nahh-na, hey, hey, hey...goodbye! 2x Goodbye, goodbyeit's over We're through It's done Our relationship is no longer one on one So I guit girl
so clear everywhere she, everywhere she goes everywhere she goes, she takes my heart and soul everywhere she goes, she let's me feel what only heaven knows never mind what wise