I do my best to sleep through the caterwaul The classicists, the posturing avant-guard I bought a green macaw, named him Jules Verne He'll probably outlive
Pilgrim across the water We are the same, brother Hitchhiking back to Zion Holding our tears as we flip the album What if this leads to ruin? You got
Every new day is a gift, it's a song of redemption Any expression of love is the way to return To that place that I think of so often but I never mention
No one knows where the ladder goes You're gonna lose what you love the most You're not alone in anything You're not unique in dying I feel estranged
One for the righteous, one for the ruling class One for the tyrant, one for the slaughtered lamb One for the struggle, one for the lasting peace One for
I loved a triple spiral My maiden mother crow I folded my devotion To an origami rose Stood at her Tiffany window She said to look below Could I see
Took the fireworks and the vanity The circuit board and the city streets Shooting star, swaying palm tree Laid it at the arbiter's feet If I could change
Since 1516 minds attacked and overseen, now Crawl amidst the ruins of this Empty dream They're boredrs and boots on top of us, pullin' Knobs on the floor
If the people only knew If they could visualize Just open their eyes Even stop to think about If they could open their minds They could get beyond The
I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot Outside the Seven-Eleven store
The girl still racing out at the trestles But that blood it never burned in her veins Now I hear she's got a house up in Fairview And a style she's trying
In Candys room, there are pictures of her heroes on the wall, but to get to Candys room, you gotta walk the darkness of Candys hall, Strangers from
In the summer that I was baptized, My father held me to his side, As they put me to the water, He said how on that day I cried. We were prisoners
Early in the morning factory whistle blows, Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes, Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light, It's the
When the night's quiet and you don't care anymore And your eyes are tired and someone at your door You realize you wanna let go and the weak lies And
I'm riding down kingsley Figuring I'll get a drink Turn the radio up loud So I don't have to think I take her to the floor Looking for a moment when the
On a rattlesnake speedway in the Utah desert I pick up my money and head back into town Driving 'cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and
Une sangre Azteca a tu pueblo amado, une a la gente, a todos los barrios, une pueblo fiel, andamos armados, con cuernos, machetes, con piedras y palos