You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for
Sacrifice for you is just flirtation and friendship a cold convenience I wonder sometimes what you're made of is it rayon or is it dust? How you calibrate
Pack up the brats, it's nineteen eighty three You're in a band, Dynamic Calories From York to New York, you were a mild sensation Coverin' costs, sleepin
In shocking white Too light for light More like heaven Angel food rot Came from the earth Inside the earth Jag of hurt time Head revolving Kindling
From eternal grey Fantastic times await So let them rake in All they wrought No one can get at you If you're caught on a wave Fractured knees, calamaties
So long Good bye to the nervous apprehension I certainly won't miss ya My heart is unable to stay so unstable no more Go now Leave this house and if
Mama's in the kitchen with onions Daddy's in the back with ol' Hank Talkin' 'bout the lasers and bunions Talkin' disability ranks No, we didn't have
What you gonna do? I don't know, my friend But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents Give me something I can hang a coat on, yeah! Nine
Came from the top of the deck Warm and direct No more shoes No more news No more blues Iranian gown on your frame Born to the game No more shoes No more
There's a villain in my head And he's giving me shocks (shocks, shocks, shocks; shocks, shocks, shocks) Save me from me, save me from me His name is
Before we were on our way Up the ramp of death I could say that you moved me In many rich directions, good and bad A mall on a weekday The null
Rationalized confusion, memento morial You're turning ugly into ease, you're naked in a towel Well pride's a swollen subset It will never never never
With a thousand tiny tears No more weekend shares Make it get away Baby come on If you give it to me, Timmy I'm out here on a limb-y I don't need hide
We meet again riding our divisible bodies Feel no shame, luck is love is on If you need the pain Well you are, yes, you are so much like me Seasons change
There's aggression in the air this morning got your ballerina tights around my head in a samurai pose on the bed Vanessa from Queens And the water drippin
Of all my stone digressions Some have mutated into the trees Not a spoof You are the pole expression of all your parents laws which you parsed There's
At the centre Where they go on weekdays It takes hours Just to slake that thirst Heavy heels And a daunting post rate Bad idea for your Blistered toes
