If you want fire then we better start smoking. If you want water then we better start crying. If you want ice then we better start drinking. If you want tears then we better start dying. I guess y
It didn't feel like Sunday. It didn't feel like June. When he met his silent partner. In that lonely corner room. That overlooked the marquee. Of the plaza all-adult. And he was not lookin' for
I'm going straight to the top, whoa. I'm going where the air is fresh and clean. I'm going straight up to the top. If you know me, you know what I mean. I can't let Mister Sorrow try and pull ol'
I put my chips on her shoulder. Running in the carnival time. She bought the things that I told her. Made her eyes sparkle and shine. Together we'll ring in the new year. I know that she'll be my
Davenports and kettle drums. And swallowtail coats. Tablecloths and patent-leather shoes. Bathing suits and bowling balls. And clarinets and rings. And all this radio really needs is a fuse. A t
Tonight I'll shave the mountain. I'll cut the hearts from pharaohs. I pull the road off of the rise. Tear the memories from my eyes. In the morning I'll be gone I drink a thousand shipwrecks. Ton
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey. i ache in the places where i used to play. and im crazy for love but im not coming on. im just paying my rent every day. oh in the tower of song. i s
Edna Million in a drop-dead suit. Dutch Pink on a downtown train. Two-dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot. I'm in the corner in the pouring rain. Sixteen men on a dead man's chest. And I've bee
Hang on St. Christopher through the smoke and the oil. Buckle down the rumble seat and let the radiator boil. Got an overhead downshift and a two-dollar grill. Got an eighty-five cabin on an eight
She walks through the corn leadin' down to the river. Her hair shone like gold in the hot mornin' sun. She took all the love that a poor boy could give her. And left me to die like a fox on the run
It's more than rain that falls on our parade tonight. It's more than thunder it's more than thunder. And it's more than a bad dream now that I'm sober. Nothing but sad times, nothing but sad times.