Painting On The Wall

[Music & Lyrics: Sammet]. . Strong on your feet, you were blinded. Building up a towar on shaking ground. Once in a world full of colors. Back to see just ruins there to be found.

Please Baby

Please baby, please please baby. Won't you come back to your daddy one more time. . Please baby, please please baby. When I get my money I will give you my last dime.

Postman's Sack

Well the postman came. And the postman went. And he brought the mail. That my baby sent. No, she didn't say yes. Yes, she didn't say no. But from what I read.

Please Come Home For Christmas

Bells will be ringing this sad sad New Years. Oh, what a Christmas to have the blues. My baby's gone, I have no friends. To wish me greetings once again.

People Giving Love

People are we givin' love. Love all the time. People are we givin' love. We need to survive. . I wonder why we seldom try. To tell the truth but we welcome lies.

People Get Ready

We're gonna get'cha. We're gonna get'cha. . Get ready. Get ready now. . We're gonna get'cha. People get ready. . We're gonna get'cha. We're gonna get'cha.

Postcard

Well I've been sittin' here, thinkin' about you. 'Bout what it is that you, you want from me. You know it seems that I still don't know you well. Know many faces I have seen.

Proving Ground

I really wanna move like I'd like to. Sometimes I remember myself. I really wanna feel like I'm supposed to. Sometimes I remember how to feel. . How did I find myself just this way.

Pleas

They say turn the bright lights on. And there you'll find the truth. Here, open up this book. And now you'll find the proof. It feels like a can of worms.

Porch Song

I opened up my eyes to see. A land of sunny rocks and funny trees. I guess (Yes,) I'm on the moon again. A heavy earth exchange a lighter breeze. Got no coat and got no money.

Pigeons

I'm holding the key. I need no license to ride. Dad said that I'm alright. . The engine's still warm. She'd been waiting for me in the barn. Gonna make me feel,.

Pilgrims

Black cat crossed our path on little fog feet. There's crows flying beside my window. We left superstition on the roadside a few cities ago. They spent our souls, maybe, but they didn't take our smiles.

Pickin' Up The Pieces

Pickin' up those pieces. Pickin' up those pieces. Putting them away. . Not writing you a letter. Not writing you a letter. Not today. . Not wanting to meet my savior.

Papa Johnny Road

Down Poppie Johnny Road, nobody hears your name. Life that I was lovin', like stealin' a ride on a train. Wanna steal a ride on a train. . Crawlin' in the dirt all night.

Papa Legba

You'll be, hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm, magnet for money. You'll be, mm-mm-mm-mm, magnet for love. You'll feel, hmm, light in your body. Now I'm gonna say, gonna say these words:.

Papa's Home

Papa's hitting the road again. Takes the show cross-country for hire. And the crowds come and go. Secret agents getting bigger. Mom's holding sister in the chair.

Party At Your Mama's House

Pulsschlag

Jo fühlt den Pulsschlag wir ham Geburtstag Stuttgart Urknall. 0711 ist die Durchwahl nicht per Zufall. Liegen im kessel die wurzeln bei allem Respekt ich will nur Respekt.

Put Your Lights On

Hey now, all you sinners. Put your lights on, put your lights on. Hey now, all you lovers. Put your lights on, put your lights on. . Hey now, all you killers.

Praise The Lord

(It's Whitey. . . and the Likwit) repeats several times. . Watch me rock these sounds from the Polo Grounds. To the Sunset Strip, I'm like an acid trip.