It was the army train that took her daddy from her. It was the Bible train that took her momma too. And that high loud whistle made her horse run away.
She can make you feel like filth. She can make you feel like a star. She will scratch till her hand is bloody. But she'll love you more for the scar. She remembers the recent past.
"Caution, to prevent electric shock do not remove cover. No user-serviceable parts inside. Refer servicing to qualified service personnel". . Let this be the epitaph for my heart.
Everything is one big Christmas tree. All got up with lights and candy. All the world is turning prettily. Everyone's awaiting Sandy. . Stop mumbling and cheer up.
Drive on, driver. There's no one home. We've waited hours. She didn't come. . It's such a pretty little ring. But it doesn't mean anything. Drive on. .
Lost roads and towns of which nobody's found the name. All the children drowned and there's no one around to blame. Lost roads and towns left to wilder in seed and snow.
You didn't have to say that I'm no good, 'cause I know. There's no point pointing pistols at me now, I'll just go. I never should have asked you to be kind but I'm slow.
I'll be the madness that carries you away. I'll be the sadness to light your darkest day. I'll be the desert island where you can be free. I'll be the vulture you can catch and eat.
Don't look away, I don't think I could stand it. So don't look away 'cause my heart couldn't handle it. There's a fire in your eyes and it's melting the ice.
Sometimes the road is too long. You meet all kinds of people. Some of them cast no shadow. They have no reflections. Take a look in your photo book. I'm not there anymore.
The summer came and passed us by. We didn't care, we just let it die. But when we dance, just you and I. . When we walk hand in hand in the rain. When we're young and in love once again.
Come back from San Francisco, it can't be all that pretty. When all of New York City misses you. Should pretty boys in discos distract you from your novel.
Well, courtesans shed no tears. When you leave them high and dry. They just go on, they just go on. To the next guy. . 'Cause courtesans only want. Compensation for their time.
Candy, it's been really nice, but I've got to go. 'Cause I can't be the part of your life you don't wanna know. . And I can't keep lying all the time.
Eligible, not too stupid. Intelligable and cute as Cupid. Knowledgable but not always right. Salvageable and free for the night. . Well, my heart's running 'round like a chicken with its head cut off.
I should have forgotten you long ago. But you're in every song, I know. Whining and pining is wrong and so. On and so forth, of course, of course. But no, you can't have a divorce.
See them on their big bright screen. Tan and blonde and seventeen. Eating nonfood keeps them mean. But they're young forever. . If they must grow up. They marry dukes and earls.
Hey, little cutie I was born for love. Can't count the chains I have worn for love. Killed three men and one unicorn for love. But I wont mind if you just take me home.
Some roads are only seen at night. Ghost roads, nothing but neon signs. But some nights the neon gas gets free. Turns into walking dead like me. . And I've been makin' promises I know I'll never keep.