written by Warren Zevon 1994. Music Corporation of America Inc. BMI. . They say the devil's in the details. I know what they mean. I'm walking in the wasteland.
by Warren Zevon c. 1991 Zevon Music/BMI. . Don't the sky look funny. Don't it look kinda chewed-on like. Don't you feel like running. Don't you feel like running from the dawn's early light.
Warren Zevon and Jorge Calderon, Zevon Music BMI/Googolplex Music BMI. . He was an accident waiting to happen. Most accidents happen at home. Maybe he should've gone out more often.
An icy wind burns and scars. Rushes in like a fallen star. Through the narrow space between these bars. Looking down on Prison Grove. . Dug in, hunkered down.
I lay my head on the railroad tracks. I'm waiting on the double E. The railroad don't run no more. Poor poor pitiful me. . Poor poor pitiful me and poor poor pitiful me.
I was getting used to you. You went and changed your tune. Now you've got me so confused. I can't tell the salt from the wound. . Didn't they always used to say.
Please stay. Please stay. Two words I've thought I'd never learn to say. Don't go away. Please stay. . Don't leave. Me here. When so many things so hard to see are clear.
Mama and Papa bought a Chickering. Everyday I'd sit and play that thing. I practiced hard, it was more than a whim. I played with grim determination Jim.
Grandpa pissed his pants again. He don't give a damn. Brother Billy has both guns drawn. He ain't been right since Vietnam. . Sweet home Alabama. Play that dead band's song.
You can try to please me. But it won't be easy. Stone walls surround me. I'm surprised you even found me. . And you don't stand an outside chance. And you don't stand an outside chance.
Let's do another bad one then. 'Cause I like it when the blood drains from Dave's face. . I'm numb as a statue. I may have beg, borrow or steal. Some feelings from you.
Warren Zevon, Zevon Music BMI. . We left Constantinople in a thousand ninety-nine. To restore the one True Cross was in this heart of mine. To bring it to Jerusalem and then sail home to Rhodes.
written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music Inc. BMI. . We keep walking away for no reason at all. And no one says a word. We were always so busy protecting ourselves.
You can't find him, the way is dim. You feel like giving up. You ache for her, rest assured. It's never too late for love. . You say you're tired. How I hate to hear you use that word.
Written by Jorge Calderon, David Lindell, Waddy Wachtel, and Warren Zevon. c. 1978 Zevon Music/BMI and Polite Music/ASCAP. . Nighttime in the switching yard.
written by Stefan Arngrim & Warren Zevon 1989. Dark Victory Twins/Zevon Music Inc. BMI. . There's a way to live that's right for us. Like Mayans in Manhattan and Los Angeles.
I was staying at the Marriott with Jesus and John Wayne. I was waiting for a chariot, they were waiting for a train. The sky was full of carrion "I'll take the mazuma".
Well, I went to the doctor. I said, "i'm feeling kind of rough...". "Let me break it to you son,. you're shit's fucked up!". I said, "My shit's fucked up?!.
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum. Hoist the main sail, here I come. Ain't no room on board for the insincere. You're my witness, I'm your mutineer. . I was born to rock the boat.
I started as an altar boy, working at the church. Learning all my holy moves, doing some research. Which led me to a cash box, labeled "Children's Fund".