A shuddering vision appeared one day at the door of my house. Pale spectre and shadow, as if the nose was a hole in the sky. A shivering figure once dragged from the sea like a loathsome head.
Is it a tender love, is it secure. Is he a rich boy, or is he poor. Don't see no diamond ring on her hand. Is he a stray cat, is he a man. Is it sour, is it sweet.
Cold cold cold sweat. Cold cold heart, you bet. Cry in the looking glass. Broken pieces from my past. Down to skin and bones. On the road, no home. Hunger, the grip is tight.
Life takes root in the deepest, dark ground. Where bones, blood and honor have been trampled down. And beaten like ponies and driven to town. When reason is traded for rhyme.
Where's my sock?. Where's my other shoe?. I didn't know what time it was. When I came to. . The only light in here. Is my flickering TV. Watching back at me.
Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me. Polly, pretty Polly, come go along with me. Before we get married some pleasure to see. . She got up behind him and away they did ride.
Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me. Never lead your single life astray or into bad company. As I myself have done, being all in the month of may.
Jimmy Wilson had a glass eye, I could see it. And he stuttered sometimes. And he needed a girl friend night times. Didn't know how to go about it. Poor Jimmy Wilson, poor Jimmy Wilson.
Don't say you caught me, if you don't need me. Then I'll walk away, come on make up your mind. Don't try to use me or cry to confuse me 'cause. I know your games and they're the same games as mine.
Bad news, bad news, come to me where I sleep. Turn, turn, turn again. Say, one of your friends is in trouble deep. Turn, turn, to the rain and the wind.
Chorus. Pleasure and pain is like profit and gain. Sometimes you win and sometimes you lose. Be kind to yourself when you're tired of yourself. Don't go mixing the reds along with the blues.
Come on mary, mary or you, john,. To which religion do you belong?. You and your lover, you and your friend,. Peace in the end.. . What about me, me and my kind,.
It's a grey, grey morning, the rain it do fall. I'm feeling hungry and low. My bed's so empty, how I wish I could call. On the painted ladies I know. When you've got no credit, don't hold no sway.
Album: A Lifetime Burning. . Nobody walks this road with me. I tried so hard not to lose my way. I lost my way. . I fall into your sea. I tried so hard but I cant un-drown.
Album: A Lifetime Burning. . You wear your heart on your sleeve. So I thought you should know. You look like a stranger now. To the ones you call home.
Sometimes I feel like there's someone in my head. Sometimes I feel like there's someone in my head. Sometimes I feel like that someone has a name. Sometimes I feel that he wants me dead.
Juveniles, hide your porno mags. The girl's got problems at her yard so she's packing up her bags full of rags. Her man got done from Pa Na Na. While the Madras still in the kitchen smokes a twenty-deck fags.
In the square, I waited for you. Trick, trick. . She's the eye of the storm, born in the city I live. Her vanity's dressed up as virtue in broke shoes in our schools with tattoos upon the skin.
There's another reflection involved up in my mind. A wholeness that has just been lost. Striving hard for perfection but still nothing to find. Some value with a cheaper cost.