Theologians They don't know nothing About my soul About my soul I'm an ocean An abyss in motion Slow motion Slow motion Inlitterati lumen fidei God
Joe DiMaggio's done it again Joe DiMaggio's done it again Clackin' that bat, gone with the wind Joe DiMaggio's done it again Some folks thought Big Joe
My flying saucer, where can you be Since that sad night that you sailed away from me? My flying saucer, I pray this night You will sail back before the
I'm gonna tell all you fascists, you may be surprised People all over this world are getting organized You're bound to lose You fascists are bound to
If the folks next door to me weren't so good I'd do all the mean things anybody could I'd drink and I'd gamble and I'd louse around I'd be the meanest
She's a jar With a heavy lid My pop quiz kid A sleepy kisser A pretty war With feelings hid She begs me not to miss her She says forever To light a fuse
Black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field
Why, I wonder, is my heart full of holes? And the feeling goes but my hair keeps growing Will I set the sun On a big-wheeled wagon? Oh I'm bragging I'
We'll find a way regardless To make some sense out of this mess Well it's a test but I believe A kiss is all we need All the above for being in love
How to fight loneliness? Smile all the time Shine you teeth 'til meaningless And sharpen them with lies And whatever's going down Will follow you around
There's a whisper I would like to breathe into your ear but I'm too scared to Get that close to you right now There are dreams we might have shared
I, I should've been listening To every word you said Oh, what have I been missing Wishing, wishing that you were dead I didn't mean to be so stupid So
Go back to sleep now My darling And I'll keep all the bad dreams away Breathe now, think sweet things And I'll think of all the right words to say Because
When you wake up Feelin' old At this piano filled with souls Some strange purse Stuffed nervous with gold Can you be where you want to be? Walk down
Someday some morning sometime, sometime I'd like to hold your hand in mine Someday some morning sometime I'd like to tell you you're pretty and fine
Like a cloud his fingers explode On the typewriter ribbon, the shadow grows His heart's in a bowl behind the bank And every evening when he get home
The way things go You get so low Struggle to find your skin Oh hey ho Look out below Your prayers will never be answered again Phones still ring And
Genuine Day will come When the wind Decides to run And shakes the stairs That stab the wall And turns the page In a future age Some trees will bend And
