Long ago things to be. Ive got a garden hose and a color tv. I've got time on my hands. I've got time on my hands. nobody cares what i do. . Long ago things to do.
Brother, are you really here?. The package I received is gone. Are you a phantom detective?. . Can you read my soul backwards?. I would glide with you.
The snipers are passed out. In the bushes again. I'm glad I got my suit dry-cleaned. Before the riots started. . 'Cause there's only rehashed faces. On the bread line tonight.
I just found me a bottle of blues. Some strange comfort for a soul to soothe. Ain't it hard, ain't it hard. To want somebody who doesn't want you?. . And I been waiting for a year or a day.
When we, when we looking for a better home. Got me, got me burning out a light bulb. Cloudy, cloudy, holding to a wastecan. Yellow car, yellow car, put me inside there.
Lightning burned the fields. Black fire choked our breath. We huddled in the kitchen. Sand poured through the walls. We looked to one another. The children shut their mouths.
Searchlights on the skyline. Just looking for a friend. Who's gonna love my baby. When she's gone around the bend. Egyptian bells are ringing. When it's her birthday.