Well lightning struck at midnight with the thunder and the rain. My sleep was interrupted by the rhythm of a train. I asked of the conductor where this old train was bound.
I don want anything from the flea market. . Please don pressure me. I don want to buy anything that is in front of me. Why do you try to pawn on me your worst disease.
You gotta four piece band and a L.A. tan. You smile at me and you shake my hand. But I got something baby that you need. You'll stab me in the back just to watch me bleed.
Gather around and choose the fare. All these weapons free. Carrying armor. 'Til I can't feel my hands. . Gather round sister. And change for as long. 'Cause I'm no better.
Daddy's girl is shopping for a perfect day. And her words are full of empty things to say. . Her shit stained smile. Is out of style. It's been that way.
This funeral song's for you. This funeral song. This funeral song's for you. . This funeral song I sing. This funeral song. This funeral song's for you.
Well a long time ago when I left home. I never thought I would be. Part of a wheel in a cog on a belt. That turned the big machine. . I wanted out on the road or down on the street.
I see myself with nothing to do. Nothing to show for the last year or two. I don have much left that I can prove. . I try not to dwell on past mistakes.
you got that crazy look from your mother. one glance is all it took. and every single day is like no other. i don't care what you say. i don't care what you do.
I just blew back in town. So I thought I'd hang around. I ain't got nothin' else to do. Don't see a soul I know. This street done took it's toll. Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues.
Raise this spine. Run from bottom on up. Color come on. Bring your blessings outside. Step round a window. Huddle self game bare. Shiver pause for falling.
I can't complain. I always try. I know no other way. I go against the grain. And eat some pie. I don feel well today. . I don't feel need to compromise.
Hearsay, there say. Conversation is wearing through. Crying too loud my temper's turning black and blue. I will digest your flattery, then starve to death.
waters rise to meet the sound of day. oceans swell to have the final say. but who's to give, and who's to take away?. have to try, it's better to try.
Remember when we hung in the low places in 1979?. We used to think that it mattered to the man with the money. Where we spent our time. Well, I knew a little gal with a mohawk hairdo.
Poison apple sits on her desk. I'm hanging on every word she says. . Don't tell miss Fenley I've been bad. Don't tell miss Fenley I've been bad. . Her head falls down onto her desk.
Hail hail, the gang's all fear. Going through devotion, shibboleth share. Tall talk, stall and break down. To make room for elation, avatar clown. . Ding dong, hitch has fled.
My pockets are empty though my wife has sent me. To the store for some cigarettes and bread. I started walking there got as far as the square. Then the smell of beer went to my head.
And when I feel a little sting. Why do you throw that ball at me. And then my ears they start to ring. I got a rock stuck in my knee. . And I don't know what way to run.
Breathe a little bit. Breathe a little bit for me now. Dance a little bit. Dance a little bit for me now. . And when the storm comes late. And turns out the lights.