Hey there, son of Adam. Hey there, daughter of Eve. Help me sing this tear gas riot song. For some fresh faced police. . They won't even know what hit them.
I used up your compassion. So I've come to make a trade. You can hate me but just love me in return. And if I know where to find you. I'll stay out of your way.
It don't take much imagination. To see the picture frame. I don't need a concentration. To know when I'm in pain. When I lost myself I lost you by extension.
I'm just trying to stay a human being. Sitting in the sun eating ice cream. Texting my friend about a bad, bad dream. Just had to tell someone who knows me.
It's lonely at the top of the upside mountain. Watch the sunrise from a windowless room. If the Paramedics stall the soul goes on. Without them in a wicker basket tied to a balloon.
Milk Thistle, milk Thistle. Let me down slow. Help me go slow. I've been carrying on. . I'm not scared of nothing. I'll go pound for pound. I keep death on my mind.
A short delay,. The parrot blues. Little voices mimic you. It's not so hard to make that sound. . So watch your back,. The Ides of March. Cut your hair like Joan of Arc.
I don't want to die in the hospital. I don't want to die in the hospital. I don't want to die in the hospital. You gotta take me back outside. . I don't want to hear all these factory sounds.
You know a lot can happen after everybody falls asleep. Ask the forest fire, ask the cop walking on the beat. And do right by them, work a little in your dreams.
Kick you know you're still a kid. And your diets too full of additives. Passed out on a couch with ashes in your mouth. Dreaming that you're hopping a fence.
He came with his friends, in a caravan. To witness the governor's ball. Sat by himself on a cool patch of grass. While the rest stood like bricks in a wall.
What a thing to be a witness to the sunshine. What a dream to just be walking on the ground. What a time to live among the ashen remnants of our love.
Saw an eagle on a pole,. I think it was an eagle.. Watched its' shadow fly 'cross the cement.. And I woke up in the snow,. All the trees, and crowds, and people..
He didn't give you that nickname. But you smile when he calls you the Enola Gay. Turns the lights down low for your migraines. And fetches what you've strewn.
Well, call me if you wanna talk there's a telephone on your wall. And the reasons are many and not too far apart. If there's some blood left in your heart, well let him finally start.
It ain't perfect nothing is. There's still room to grow. Feeling different staying in. Made a little home. So when I sit back in my chair. As the evening waits.
Green world, love the chloroform.. Front porch in the thunderstorm.. Controlled chaos, confused energy.. . So stop reading the weather charts.. Stop counting the playing cards..
Say that you were stranded on a desert island. What books you gonna bring what friends would tag along. Say you had a month and you knew you were dying.
Oh, oh, oh brother totem pole. I saw your legends lined up. And I never felt more natural. Apart, I just came apart. . Please, please, please sister Socrates.
He's my friend but he's no friend to me. Ask him why, he'll tell you casually. Washed up, bitter, broken, busted. Backstabbed everyone he trusted. Says he sees what no one else can see.