Money Changes Everything

Miserable Lie

So, goodbye, please stay with your own kind. And I'll stay with mine, there's something against us. It's not time, it's not time. So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

Meat Is Murder

Heifer whines could be human cries. Closer comes the screaming knife. This beautiful creature must die. This beautiful creature must die. A death for no reason.

Marie's The Name (his Latest Flame)

Very old friend. Came by today. As he was telling everyone in town. Of all the love that he'd just found. . And Marie's the name (of his latest flame).

Mr. & Mrs. Smith

[Ivy:]. Call the Justice of the Peace,. But don't tell him our names,. Don't put out a press release,. Or mention baseball games.. [Michael:]. Book the nearest Bridal suite,.

Monkey's Paw

I held the monkey's paw and put my wishes into play. To know the will of God, to show a motive for delay. I'm holding on to find myself just one more wish.

My Way Of Giving

I've been told it's just a matter of time. Before you meet someone who opens your eyes. But time's on my side so nevertheless. I know the pain of too much tenderness.

My Mind's Eye

I sit here every day looking at the sky. Ever wondering why I dream my dreams away. And I'm living for today in my mind's eye. . Things are clearer than before..

Mad John

There was an old man who lived in the greenwood. Nobody knew him or what he had done. But mothers would say to their children, beware of mad John. . John would sing with the birds in the morning.

My Unanswered Whys...

My Own Disaster

I was lost in these last few years.. Drag these bones to our graves.. I was lost in the future we had.. A cease-fire agreement for now.. Clocks and calendars scream at me, mocking time..

More Or Less

"Let's start this summer before it ends," is what she said.. "Let's hit the road and live this life before we're dead," he said.. To give is to take. To leave is to break..

Mine Of You...

Make This A Holiday

as far as this winter goes we don't feel the deep snow. but it's cold wherever i go, it feels cold wherever i go.. the smell of the heater core warms up the cold car as we climp the hand north..

Mr. Blake

Minerals

Murder Everybody Here

Mount Nebo

Motorcycle

M.b.s.