I keep myself to myself. And I don't want no friends. I'm nightly crucified. No need for womankind. I don't think so, I don't think so. And I'm the strangest by.
I feel the pressure's on and something's going wrong. I don't know what's going on. I'm just another mother's poor boy's son. I feel pressure, pressure.
Don't claim to understand her. I wonder what she's doing with me. Don't know what she does with the rest of her time. But she gives it to me for free.
Though she was still a little girl. She was a woman of the world. She used to sit upon my knee. And put the sugar in my tea. No no no, no no no. And now you'll never realize.
Today a new sun rises. Look in the mirror there's no surprises. Things ain't what they used to be. Cary Grant's on L.S.D.. If I only had time. I'd think of the perfect crime.
I wake up in the morning and I feel like a king. Make love not work I can do anything. Can rule my own world and never have to listen. I'm living like there's no tomorrow.
You say that you're so fine. I hear it all the time. The sunlight's in your eyes. It came as no surprise. . Don't you ever walk away from me. I'm halfway paralysed.
I'll go to church and say a prayer. I'm not the first you've known. But I don't care. You won't believe me but you know it's true. That I could never find another you.
she sees her face in the mirror. eyes surrounded in black. see the girl but don't fear her. she's too high attack. and her eyes are blue. they fill up with sorrow.
White horse, riding across my mind. Wearing a band of gold around your hooves. Collecting the stars, the glint of the stars. In your great and empty eye.
Take any city, take any town. You'll always find my sort around. On any door step, any tree. Snoozin' bleary, a man like me. . Why should you care?. Why should you share?.
Oh yes, now. . Strange locomotion. Over the ocean, baby. You can't find no better place. Strange locomotion. . If you got the notion, baby. Get on over the ocean.
Oh yeah, oh, alright. Well, sixteen women live in my home town. You know that sixteen women live in my home town. Fifteen love me, the other tries to put me down.
Now, that I'm getting old and. Now, I'm getting cold and. There's nothing left to say. Just like a daffodil, you know I will. You know wilting in my way.
Oh we're high, out on a highway. Driving, rushing down a sweaty road. Past those suburban drinking bars. Searching for, searching for my white and celluloid star.
It's in his head, it's in his head. It's in his head, it's in his head. It's in his head, it's in his head. It's in his head, it's in his head. . Fetch the doctor.
Yeah, they call him the Karate King. Chopping children down like trees. Bringing cows to their knees. Making their udders bleed. . Now they call him the Karate King.
See the sand and the white birds swooping low. I see the sea and the dead fish floating by. I see the grass as it's growing up my door. And hear my dog as he's crying for his bone.
I want to take a trip to Araby. I want to take a trip to Araby. I want to see the sun descend on a maiden's knees. . I want to ride in a great bronze butterfly.