Here she comes, the great leveller. King and serfs bow before her. If you feel her eyes on you - run. She'll come and put her arms around you. You lie and say she hasn't found you.
I never thought I'd see the day. When you became what you've become. It's easy now just to look away. And leave your conscience on the run. Spend so much time not looking for answers.
The NATO bombs were like sleeping pills. When I smoked the weed that killed Elvis. I took enough to make me ill. When I smoked the weed that killed Elvis.
I met you in eight two, over a crate of beer and not a few. I cracked a can and so did you, we're going to change the world. The ghetto kings of downside town-the estates and parks of our hallowed ground.
Well, it's headlights and white lights and Black Tar Rivers. Theyre dragging me around this country as it withers. The billboards, signposts, standing in the way.
There isn't much to gain. By living it all the same way. The years just slip away. And it's too late then to play. . If you live from day to day. You can play the game your own way.
I spy with my little eye, the sun shining brightly. The clouds rolling by the last days of winter. Now seem so far away and everything looks green. When it used to be gray and I've watched the change.
Do you ever stop to think from time to time. 'Bout the way the world's been left behind. In another place, in another time. We could maybe change the way we think.
The bar was dark and quiet and still. And nothing could be heard, the dust lay undisturbed. At a table near the back, underneath a fan. Two men shared a joke about the normal folk.
If I could choose the life I please. Then I would be a boatman. On the canals and the rivers free. No hasty words are spoken. . My only law is the river breeze.