Well I've been just I've been a bug unknown I know all about it but my heart is strong I've been away been running to save my head Yeah the warrants
Can you end their tiny prophecy? Have the only other lies in trusting all again? Listen to the baby sigh It's only happening the boiling rose of love
JESUS Judas, must you betray me with a kiss? PETER What's the buzz? Tell me what's happening. (Repeat a few times) PETER AND APOSTLES What's
You can't hide, you can't hide You can't hide because you don't know how God's got your number and He knows where you live Death's got a warrant for you
Oh yeah Just for the record let's get the story straight Me and Uncle Tom were fishing it was getting pretty late Out on a cypress limb above the wishin
There he is They're all asleep, the fools Judas, must you betray me With a kiss What's the buzz? Tell me what's happening Hang on, Lord We're gonna
Take a rigid allegiance to all that gleams, to all that glitters and shines in the blood of machines. For all that take solace in antiquity, take
As far back as it goes, we watch the time go by And say our mother's names with a smile. Remember how she sang you a lullaby? How did she ever do such
Let's try this again Hawaiian Punch uh the youngest in charge my pockets get large a new whip every day just check my garage jeep sitting high and
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time
Got a picture of your house And you're standing by the door It's black and white and faded And it's looking pretty worn See the factory that I worked
Yea, street fightin' is lookin' for trouble If you open your mouth, you're bound to rumble Johnny looks tough, he's frozen the eyes He keeps his mouth
Dirty rotten filthy stinking rich Oh oh yeah Italian cars as long as my street I'm gonna wear exotic animals on my feet Pretty rocks on my fingers, pretty
On a dead-end street, in a dead-end town There's a motel that I call home Just a few small hopes and a few small dreams Are all that place is resting
Well, the first time that I saw you I could not speak a word My tongue was tied in giant knots I felt so disturbed At the feeling rushing through me The
Certain things you do really make me mad I must confess Way the street light silhouette your thighs inside your dress Wild child in the streets I think
Through the hole in my wall I see into your head A beggars day banquet on a four poster bed It's food for the eyes, it's drink for the soul The hole in
Yeah It must be magic how inside your eyes I feel my destiny And every time we kiss, I feel you breathe your love so deep inside of me If the moon and
