Well you can dance on tv with your diamonds on. Sing in tune for a world that is going for a song. Get the steps all right but the words go wrong. . And you can wake up in the morning with sweaty hands.
I wish I could go back in time. Tell you it has turned out fine. Like it has, like it has, like it has. . I sit here singing in the sun. Words not meant for anyone.
Dear mum, every thing's gone wrong. And I wish, I'd listened to what you said. Times you sat down on my bed. And told me 'bout my life. . Dear mum, I've been out of touch.
Well, were sluts, you and me. Succumb to pleasure easily. Despite our last sincere intent. We rise at two and go out unkempt. . Retire at six for a little more.
Rise up from your deep sleep, baby. Wake up from your slumber. Ive got your anesthetic ready. I have got your number. . Ill do everything to help you.
Shake that fat in every direction. Move your smile across the floor. Tip your hat, the night is perfection. It's a funky music number. Who could ask for more?.
They say that the dead live forever. And round here well they probably do. If you stand by the gates outside graceland. You can watch all the dead coming through.
Some things look hard. And then they're not. Like getting on a tightrope. And falling off. . But there's never been anything. Harder than loving her. She's so demanding, so intense.
Well, the power of the bullet is fascinating. They're polishing the luga facsimiles. The little kids grow up imitating. Cowboys shoot Indians before puberty.
Doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo. Run run run. Run run run. . Doo doo doo. Doo doo doo doo. Run run run. Run run run. . You'd better ride on baby. You was born outside of the law.
When it's time to pack your bags. When everything appears as the drag that it is. Get down that brown case that your grandma had. Open it up and think of your dad.
He's done it all a million times. The gags, the repartee, the little crimes. Every audience is special and that goes for you. He looks into your eyes again.
Yesterday we were the best of friends. Today we can't get back again. Time has crept in crevices. And patterns down the wall. We could paint over the papered cracks.
Well, your voice grips me tight like fingers. Takes hold of whatever's inside. Though we try to harmonize with different singers. When we're out of tune at least we'll know we've tried.
(an outtake that will surface somewhere, at some point...). . The beadle says I killed them all. My wife, my screaming child. I'm dying in the morning.
Sometimes I look into your eyes. I'm trying to see the light that shines back at me. Sometimes there's nothing there. Sometimes it's hard to care. Sometimes I'm scared that I don't know.
You could be anywhere. But if you think of me. Know that you're on my mind. Got my soul in you hands. No matter what you do. I know it must be right. I'm a man of the world.
I was standing on a corner kicking my heels. Had my coat buttoned up beneath my chin. And I saw in some girl's eyes, she thought I was making deals. There was just me and the clock struck out.
Give your love away. It's not the way you seem. 'Cause someone's just come in your life. And broken up your dreams. . Look into my eyes. And tell me what you see.
Give me one thing I can believe. Give me one thing I can touch. Taste. Want. Take again. And again. And again. Give me something I can't remember. Forget me not.