black321 wrote:
Cause there's a fat man in the white house
I hear you moan, i hear you moan—moan

Someone's hiding out
who can't forget about
the things that people do when they're free.
Like visitors from space
it's hard to find a place
to blend in and go unrecognized.
I'm waiting for a sign
I'm standing on the road
with my mind outstretched to you.
I'm picking something up
I'm letting something go
like a dog I'm fetching this to you.

Pictures in my mind
Row of poppy fields
Harmony entwined
A changing gear that grinds
Pictures in my mind.

Pictures in my brain
Electrical energy
Fighting drugs with pain
There's a war inside
Pictures in my brain.

I'm looking for a job
I don't know what I'm doing
My software's not compatible with you.
But this I can't deny
I know that you can fly
Cause I'm here on the ground without you.
Angel without wings
Owner without things
Sharpshooter without rings...around you.
The road we used to ride
Together side by side
Has flowers pushing through the dotted line.

Cause there's a fat man in the bathtub with the blues.
I hear you moan, i hear you moan—moan

Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel

The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath.

She said, "Johnny, this is a deadly game;
have a few laughs and go home"
I shuddered, normally I pack a rod, 
in pajamas, I carry nothing but scars from Normandy beach

I have to be careful not to preach
I can't pretend that I can teach
And yet, I lived your future out
By pounding stages like a clown
And on the dance floor, broken glass
And bloody faces slowly pass
The numbered seats in empty rows
It all belongs to me, you know

My eye looked around
Discovered my hand
Together they uncovered
My arm in the sand
All the pieces of me
Came together as one
And we all dance forever
In the morning sun

I know a carpenter who had a dream
Killed the man, but you couldn't kill the dream
Who said it was easy?
People gotta be free
And the band keeps on playin'

Wind tell me what you can
A breeze blew and whispered then
In a voice rich as the sun
'Bout the life - What I came from

Two headed coin, the other side is gettin' strong
And saying good things come to those who wait
But don't wait too long...

the skull at the foundation of the cross is my own
Its sockets brimming with song
Hear them sing

Hound dog barkin' up side the hill,
Don't let go, Don't let go.
Love is draggin' him thru the mill,
Don't let go, Don't let go.
If it wasn't for havin' you,
Don't let go, Don't let go.
I'd be barkin' and howlin' too.
Oo-wee, This feelin's killin' me;
Ah shucks, I wouldn't stop for a million bucks.
I love you so, Just hold me tight.
Don't let go!

To put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listYeah, you're high on the list
Of people gettin' bit if they gave me a week or two
Before my brain was so inflamed the spirit left my shoes
I'd wanna kiss my wife
I'd wanna hug my baby, but when my goodbyes are through
Foamin' at the mouth, high in the hackles
Motherfucker, I'ma come for youTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listTo put it plain, I just don't like you
I never really have and I never really did
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listSeizure fraught, spinal rot
I'd wanna be with the ones I love
But in the light of the moon
With everybody sleepin', I'd draw me a little bit of blood
With time so small, my list ain't many
My list is short and few
And the thing about it is
Everybody on the list is comin' in after youTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listTo put it plain, I just don't like you
Not a thing about the way you is
And if there ever come a time I got rabies
You're high on my bitin' listYou're high on my bitin' list
You're high on my bitin' list

Ain't nothing left to do but walk the streets so dark
And whisper I love you to a moment there inside your heart
And let the trumpet sound, but listen to the morning dew
And fill yourself with what you found
And be my little sugar blue

..though I spends me time in the ashes and smoke
in this whole wide world there's no 'appier bloke...

Many a mile to freedom, many a smile to tell
Ask my bluebird to sing to you, from the heart of a wishing well

And the street has got no end
Better keep your heart strong little friend
Thought I heard a resurrection song

you gotta get in to get out...

hollow to hold the music