His skin is stretched tight across his bones. Blood running down his cheeks. Children gazing at his feet. Ladies he'd like to meet. Lonely in that ancient street.
They come around. Take your thing. And put it in another place. I smile and say it's OK. I didn't care anyway. I listen for a while. They're no good. They were just stupid.
A dozen drops fall from your face. Shaking the rain in a quiet place. Shining clean a fresh new day. Wakes up the world in a fragrant bouquet. Listen to the sound of a constant fall.
The bells sound early in the morning. They sound late in the night. When the skin comes tied to your phone. There's no stopping the bells. You said the people are on the phone asking if you want to go here or there.
Going off the deep end. Oh honey won't you be my friend. Liberty's a friend of mine. Beats me to it all the time. Yeah all. Going off at the deep end.
Robert Robert Robert. Down at the halfway house house. Robert down at the halfway house. He's livin' at the halfway house. The halfway house. You know the halfway house.
Babe I love you. Babe I love you. Sun is green. Moon is white. Baby I love you. Look outside. Genitals. Baby I love you. 'Cause I'm fast. ???. Baby I love you.
And then he's gone. He's s gone away. Oh far away. And now he's there. Some other place. Far from your face. In a foreign land. He is no way, away.
I heard the bell ring. I wondered who was there. There was an orange sky behind the mountain. Just a silhouette of a horizon. And then I was in the car.
I think. The goal of life is. Make a man feel like a god. I know your angel moves. You. Fell back. Like an injured animal. I watched. The street we were on.
With your reckless wisdom. And your arms baking. With your eyes brittle. And your heart of stone. Well I think I see a weasel. Come climbin' off the floor.
Alone, alone on that mountain. Dear, frozen heart, sinks as stone. Beneath all waters. . Alone on that mountain. Dear, frozen heart, sinks as stone. Beneath all waters.
In the middle of an apple orchard. There's a small boy. Watching bees in the blossoms. In the middle of an apple orchard. There's two boys. Climbing trees.
I got the alehouse blues. I had the jailhouse blues. Little Randy just died. He was a redhead punk. Packed a lot of spunk. They say he never cried. He was pal of mine.