If the life you have created. Has buried you with luxuries, out-dated. And you ask what is the purpose. Too weak to claw your way up to the surface. .
There's a room where I can go. And tell my secrets to. In my room, in my room. (In my room). . In this world I lock out all my. Worries and my cares. In my room, in my room.
A flat-footed traveler came in off the street. And opened up his carpet bag of Persian at my feet. And gathering up the remnant trampled 'neath his heels.
Gift of the sage chaparral. Born of this bone-dry heat. In summer when roads turn caramel. The earthquakes and everyone leaves. . Where have they gone.
It's the luck of the draw. How you wound up with me. You don't know how at all. . But I beg you to stay. Crawl around on this earth. With the world's still small.
Faithless on the skids hung out to dry oh seen better days. With the sunlight fading like a tabloid and I I have found. All those double-barreled freedom fighters are in for themselves.
Never mind me 'cause I've been dead. Out of my body, been out of my head. Never mind the songs they hum. Don't want to sing along, nothin' that I said.
They had a crush on you river. Blue suede jacket and boots river. And your face shaped like a moon river. . You were like my own James Byron Dean. Private Idaho was my East of Eden.
If I was the Lone Ranger. Hiding behind a mask. Wouldn't be any danger. To the questions, I ask. What ya say, Pocahontas. . Trade in your feathers and beads.
A simple tale of rich to rags. But one that often comes to mind. The seer that looked into the mirror. And left his sleeping wife behind. I said goodnight sir john dee.
Bring me home to this house of many days. Just lay me on the floor, hard and cool as slate. You know I love it more and more, than before I ran away. It triggers off so many hurts, hurtful words and broken plates.
All the sailors with their seasick mamas. Hear the sirens on the shore. Singin' songs for pimps with tailors. Who charge ten dollars at the door. . You can really learn a lot that way.
Now the troubadours are outside the court. With their gramophones and rifles. And an awful cloud is daring to pour. Such a wild scene a 3-D picture Bible story.
Swarm 'round the hive sweet honey bee. Swarm to and fro just as you please. You're always welcome with your queen. Everybody needs a little sanctuary.
Here is the one here is the one here is the one mistake that can not be made. There is a line that is crossed over once and only once let it be said. All of the hubris clenched in our fist won't punch our way out of here.
Shoot that cannonball. Into my wings. Shoot that cannonball. Into my wings. . Into my wings. Gunpowder stings. You better tell me. Sweet things. . Unload your pretty head.
Ooh Jambalaya. Ooh Jambalaya. . It was muggy July around supper time. When I pulled into New Orleans. I got dropped off at South Rampart Street. I was hungry for a plate of greens.
I'm in tight with a demon called Deception. It's alright he's a treating me quite well. I'm in tight with a demon called Deception. He's right beside me when I fail.
Hey, I'm a gentleman. But I can take it 'bout as long as long can last and then. I'll take it on the chin. Mud is handy only when it comes to slingin' it.
Wind sure kicked up in the last hour or so. Just as re-entry was close we came tumbling down. Like a falling star over New Mexico. . They snowed the crashing at corona.