There's a prophet on a mountain And he's making up dinner With long division and writing crop Anybody can feel like a winner When it's served up piping
The road is narrow, the horizon wide And to say what's waiting on the other side Is so rewarding and the ultimate prize But what good is something if
The quickening Is an ephemeral thing That only happens in the dark Like catching lightning in jar And the pain that it brings Is just the promise of
Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh Ohh ohh ohh ohh ohh Innocence burned, a line on the stake Tortured and dumped in nameless graves Centuries waned, authority died
Right now, well, it's finally time to face my fears Gonna get the hell out of here And create a fresher atmosphere But the consequence is clear There
We strike first And we're unrehearsed Here we go again To stage the greatest show On heaven and earth Come on, get your money's worth Don't wanna live
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Not long ago, and yet the image is so vague I hesitate to label it a memory There was a show of local color and I failed to stray 'Cause I had nothin'
Cardboard Empire Would you crumble to the ground As we watched by? Shipping magnate Are you stranded on the ground With no dog to fly? Round the table
I'm on the outside looking in An' I wanna be, an' I wanna be back on the inside w-i-i-th you You are with somebody new and I don't know what to do 'Cause
There's just two kinds of people in the world Why can't we fall in love? Just two kinds of people in the world They are a boy and girl Boy meets girl
Went down to Albert's Alley Pick up on me a Collins mix Went to the bar an' ordered me a drink Tried to relax myself Looked around and saw two soul sisters
(Carl Michael Bellman) Mrk hur vr skugga, mrk Movitz mon frre Inom ett mrker sig slutar Hur guld och purpur i skoveln, den dr Byts till grus och klutar
Na'nstans nere under jorden, pa botten av ett hal I en gruva i Hell city varker muskler av stal Dar barndoms sanger botar anger, laker sar Dar skyltfonster
Lisa ligger naken bredvid sin industriman hon ligger tyst och vaken, en docka vid sin barm hon laser sin dagbok, varje sida ar som ett brev hon viskar
(Cornelis Vreeswijk) Personliga Persson satt en morgon vid frukostbordet Och laste i morgonbladet att det senaste lustmordet Bjod pa en mangd pikanta
Lisa ligger naken bredvid sin industriman hon ligger tyst och vaken, en docka vid sin barm hon lser sin dagbok, varje sida r som ett brev hon viskar i
(Carl Michael Bellman) Mark hur var skugga, mark Movitz mon frere Inom ett morker sig slutar Hur guld och purpur i skoveln, den dar Byts till grus och