Shall I stay or go. Through the door. Will the pen to flow. Watch the stars. Sleep's a chore. The moon is growing cold. It hangs like a sliver of tin.
Here we go, Monday morning at last. In the land of the brave and the bold. Sunlight is hurting my eyes. But it's on to the glittering prize. There's a rent to pay.
It's the crack of noon. And I sit here watching you sleeping. I only wish that I could remember your name. But I know it's written on a matchbook somewhere.
Big shot, tell you what, tell me what goes on around here. Go on and get me in the corner, smoke my cigarettes and drink my beer. Tell me that this world is no place for the weak.
People are queer, they're always crowing, scrambling and rushing about;. Why don't they stop someday, address themselves this way?. Why are we here? where are we going? it's time that we found out..
You stole a wig from your sister. And a gun from your dad. I guess I knew when I kissed ya. You're a little bit mad. You don't care if you get sick. Living on bubble gum.
Monday. Laundromat Monday. Monday. Laundromat Monday. . I want my mother, someone to cook for me. Each day another, take out no MSG. I'm gonna change the world, but not today.
When the road gets too long. And you run all out of song. The pain gets too much. For you to bear. . Turn around, turn around. Turn around and I'll be there.
Love, love in the afternoon. Outside the window an organ grinder's tune. . Rhythm, wine; touch of Jamaica, twilight time with a Kingston lady. All the time in the world for me and that girl.
If I had a gun for every ace I have drawn. I could arm a town the size of Ebony. Don?cha push me, baby, 'cause I'm all alone. And you know I'm only in it for the gold.
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night. Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed. That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me.
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night. Someone was killed, 'neath the town hall light. There were few at the scene, but they all agreed. That the slayer who ran, looked a lot like me.
When the road gets too long. And you run all out of song. And the pain gets too much. For you to bear. . Turn around, turn around. Turn around, and I'll be there.
My, my, my, my. Don't you worry 'bout what's on your mind (oh my). I'm in no hurry I can take my time (oh my). I'm going red and my tongue's getting tied (tongues' getting tied).
Well up in the evening down in Mobile, Alabama. Working on the railroad with the steel driving hammer. Gotta make some money to buy some brand new shoes.
She's wicked but she knows what she likes. She's wicked but she knows what she likes. Don't you underrate her, she's a navigator. She's wicked but she's such a delight.
Spending nights trying to find out why kids are dying. Some are cutting themselves. While others rely on pills. Which leads to finding your father's gun.
Summer's gone and I am waiting. For new beginnings with better endings. Long nights for the sleep deprived. Friends fading while falling in love. . I'll write these letters to you.
Just last night. I was reminded of. Just how bad. It had gotten and. Just how sick. I had become. But it could change. With this relationship. De-de range.