Down over the window From the dazzling sunlit place Through the back alleys, through the blinds Another one of the Memphis days Honey bees are buzzing
To my mistress the bridge, I don't feel well I'll be leaving and you can't stop me We've been carrying on too long We've been carrying on too long, I'
Silver eyes thrill me with your lies Sentimental feelings never die Yellow, words upon the ground Yellow birds, take me to their song down Singing Floater
Very soon now... Something will crack. Something will crack. Alcoholic. Yeah. "...hey, dammit..." Something from my bottle of wine sinking in my
Woke up this morning lying in my bed. Someone was next to me, or was she in my head? It was a centerfold. With hair so red. Sleeping right next to me,
"Flesh disolved in acid of light!" "Nine hundred hours of hallucinitory intoxication." "Nine hundred hours of hallucinitory intoxication." (w/distortion
So you rise from the blood, catching yourself in the mirror... Well did you get it on film? And monkey see monkey do. And it's another day, you are
Oh! What joy! A child of our own... Oooh, such a handsome child With a fusebox smile I think he's trying to speak now But he's got nothing to say He
So strip away all of my shadows And light me up bnrighter than the sun My hands are stong from building these gallows Many will be left hanging before
Have you felt the weight of your own bones dragging you down as you face the day? For so many ages you've turned them stones trying to be a fool instead
Rolling green of hills Swaying blue of sea Red is the shade within you Black is the space in me You dive beneath the grass Under sea of frothing trees
The heat has a taste... It tastes like a flame. You drink up the flame, and it burns your flesh away. And in a city of clouds you're just a face in
While the king he screams at the likes of us Her majesty waits at the back of the bus The stars willingly align And after all time stays on its own side
And what will they say when you're gone? That you conquered? That you burned like a rocket from the womb to the world... and you ran with the colors
Lately he's been drinking alone Dreaming naked by the telephone Bolting doors and getting stoned Locked and loaded and he's losing hope Ohh And
Start my day and hit my head with the door. Grab hold of the chair and pull myself from the floor. Still isn't clear what that was for. I've recognized
My gun is loaded. My gun is my god. My gun has no sympathy. My gun is... my god. See me bow and pray. See me bow and pray. My gun is loaded. My gun
Golden Head, and feet of clay. And someone said it looked like me. You know you're not to blind to see... his golden head and feet of clay. Look in