You can wear your new white shoes in the muddy afternoon. Walking past these day drunks too, they whistle with their hands. But I could be your catcall too, anything you wanna do.
Baby got his feelings hurt singing that old standard. You can't break a rule that ain't been made. A starlight chasing ponytails and mushroom clouds and black fields.
Ten women. Ten women between you and me. Ten women. Ten women, the nightmare, the fantasy. . Ten women, the thrill and the shame. Ten women, I miss you the same.
I was born on Snake Hill and that's where I'll probably die. 'Cause I don't like to kill but I've got poison in my bite. Well, I feel safe to say. That I should probably stay upon Snake Hill.
Hey there, son of Adam. Hey there, daughter of Eve. Help me sing this tear gas riot song. For some fresh faced police. . They won't even know what hit them.
You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep. Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat. And do right by them, work a little in your dreams.
Well, call me if you wanna talk there's a telephone on your wall. And the reasons are many and not too far apart. If there's some blood left in your heart, well let him finally start.
Rolling 'round a lifetime on a name that spells my past. Carried through the mile markers up towards some last laugh. And if fools could only prosper I'm afraid what they might say.
All that blotter gonna twist up your mind. You can do it just not all the time. Hiding in your room you'll be feeling fine. . Always manage to have something to sell.
Big black nothing fooling everyone. Big black nothing put a halo 'round what you've done. 'Cause a big black nothing is coming up. . Would you be my, would you still be my friend?.
I saw a crash on the interstate. It left a feeling I could not shake. Just a name in a database who must be notified. It's not a phone call I wanna make.
Rings 'round his eyes. Tracks down his arm. His fans are confused and his friends are alarmed. His wife doesn't talk. Hates when he's gone. Counts every skirt in his new entourage.
Just because you got it. You don't have to flaunt it. With an endless stream of famous men. Pretty as a portrait. Looked like Mamah Borthwick. On that Shining Brow of Taliesin.
There's a dance hall there. Where the sick folks go. Like the olden days. On the Barbary Coast. There's a barefoot child. Playing in the rain. . You can sell your wares.
Closing my eyes, counting sheep. Gun in my mouth, trying to sleep. Everything ends, everything has to. Get well balloon, going insane. Weight of the world, papier-mâché.
You started drinking the Kool-Aid. We were taking the bait. We were talking big talk. Never playing it safe. Looking good as Jane Fonda. On a Vietnam tank.
You all loved him once and not without cause. He fed you through the winter. He led you through the fog. You hid behind his body to be sheltered from the mob.
Straight away I learned to pray. He prays upon the sky. You go to heaven when you die. But keep that lake of fire in mind. Broke all the rules at Catholic school.
Rise and shine, get out of bed. Get ready for the day. Get a coffee from the deli. And walk the riverbank. Be careful with your headphones on. When you cross the FDR.
I wanna sleep on the air mattress with you. And let the air leak out, what won't I do?. And as we sleep our bodies slowly meet. I can feel it when your heart beats, I do.