I'm tellin' you once and I ain't kiddin' 'round you got two weeks to get outta town. Gonna give you two weeks 'till I break out the plow
You caught, first run, my history - Altamont, Nixon & G.B.s. Hey, Rosalyn! Girl, how long's it been? Monster or man, whatcha' think of
Evil twin sisters, Why you comin on so strong? I ve lost my freedom From bein down with you so long. Don t want to spend my life with you. But what
As the delta mines it's run, There s no one source, there s just the sum Of masters, slaves. The laying bare of tortured souls. A lonely wail, sensuous
There's lots of sense keepin' things as they are - with the Swiss accounts burstin' boullion bars. Scam after scam, you've seen 'em all
Walkin' down a city street Hands stuffed deep in my coat Collar turned up, against a stiff wind I'm soon to ford your moat. I'm used to wind
A trippy hipster, In another time, Sang that love is all around - Which sounded Pretty ridiculous To a kid who shilled for the house. I ll tell you a
I was born there, Before I knew better. Went to school there, But learned to avoid that. Fell in love there, But love couldn t thrive there. Picked it
"Love is Strange" Dick told Twain, "fan that distant spark and realize the animal within each beating heart". Don't be stalling when love comes
December '61. My dad's wages light. Still on that salary We, all four, could sleep tight. Right now if you drank from That very same well, You'd need
We must fight the good fight changing wrongs to rights. Like Malcolm X - kissed off his slave name, kissed off his master's god,
Autumn s come And the leaves are lookin brown and dry. Sun swings low, A fruit resists the thirsty ground. Uselessly, I try to coax a cloud or two. Searchin
Soup Du Jour - righteous conviction men on a mission deadly tradition hospice condition Heat's risin' daily, we're runnin' out of jive.
I was born lucky, got to be that jupiter trine. Fate s baddest angels crackin up at all of my lies. Curled on my carpet, I bank and I glide. The ultimate
Lies, lies. Pile 'em up to the sky. Stuff yer smile at the roadkill pile. Schools out for the "Wally & Beave", 'cause surfs up at
You let me slide, baby, on a sheet of thin ice. Askin' no questions and receiving no lies. You speak to me in parables, you manufacture truth -
Too many believe In some 'master plan' 'cause it's hard to accept What's not shapen by hand. But here, under the sun, Where events can't be undone; Once
I ve been pounding The same beat So long my feet Engraved the street. Have a cigar! Have a cigar! A nice cigar - A thick cigar. Said I know of what