He was a stranger to himself. A spy in his own camp. And his money was his health. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand. . Yet his beauty lingered still.
There were three men come out of the west, their fortunes for to try. And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn would die. They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed, thrown clods upon his head.
Well my temperature is rising got my feet on the floor. Crazy people rocking 'cause they want to go more. Let me in baby I don't know what you got. But you better take it easy 'cause this place is hot.
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all feel happy.. Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom. Sing a song, play guitar, make us happy..
Come down off your throne and leave your body alone. Somebody must change. You are the reason I've been waiting so long. Somebody holds the key. Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time.
Forty thousand headmen couldn't make me change my mind. If I had to take the choice between the deaf man and the blind. I know just where my feet should go and that's enough for me.
There were three men. Came from the west. Their fortunes for to tell,. And the life of John Barleycorn. As well.. . They laid him in three furrows deep,.
He was a stranger to himself,. A spy in his own camp,. And his money was his health,. All thrown to the dust by his very own hand.. . Yet his beauty lingered still,.
[Chorus]. If you ever call on me I'll come running whenever you need me. I'll be there all you have to do is call me. And I'll come running day or night, I'll be by your side.
Come down off your throne. And leave your body alone. Somebody must change. . You are the reason. I've been waiting here so long. Somebody holds the key.
There's a river pouring. From a pure and a crystal stream. And it carries my heart along. Carries me all my life. And I know it will bring me home. There's a choir singing.
You meet every kind of person moving toward the morning side. You see the good and the bad, the eyes are sad. You play every midnight gambler before you see the light.
So much going on out there, leaves us hanging in the air. And it's all that we can do to face each day and see it though. Life's a dance, put on your dancing shoes, take a chance.
Help me angel. Plant my feet a little higher. Help me angel. I've been too close to the fire. Help me angel. Make my dream a little brighter. Help me angel.
She bathes me in sweetness I cannot reveal. For sharing dreams I need my woman. This humble expression meagerly dressed. My eyes so mean it has no meaning.
Midnight comes and the devil's loose. What you want? He's got everything there. What you've got he'll take. And leave you in the cold. One more soul drowns, another deal goes down.
Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune. Something to make us all happy. Do anything, take us out of this gloom. Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy. . You are the one who can make us all laugh.
I've been sleeping with ghosts. I've been watching stars. Crawling out of the sky. And I've been hoping. I'm close to the space man movies. I call my life.
If you see something that looks like a star. Shooting up out of the ground. And your head is spinning from a loud guitar. And you can't escape from the sound.
Well my temperature's rising and my feet are on the floor. Twenty people knocking 'cos they're wanting some more. Let me in baby, I don't know what you've got.