: We are saints made of plaster, our laughter is canned; We are demons that hide in the mirror. But the blood on our hands paints a picture exceedingly
: There?s many who?ll tell you they?ll give you their love, But when they say ?give? they mean ?take.? They?ll hang ?round just like vultures till push
: I am in exile, a sojourner A citizen of some other place All I?ve seen is just a glimmer in a shadowy mirror But I know, one day we?ll see face to
: Fourteen years behind these bars Twelve foot square of cold cement I've lost nearly everything For a crime of which I'm innocent And all my sufferings
: I crewed on a fair golden ship that Went down with the dawn of the world You needed sense in to stop captain to die For our sails had barley unfold
: We talk to much. We talk in circles Till we're all spinning 'round Reaching for reach, in this marry go round We seem respent(?) We call it progress
: All you great men of power you who boast of your feats politicians and entrepreneurs(?) can you safeguard your breath in the night while you sleep
: I woke alone, in a mansion on a hill; Across the room: a red telephone. Mouth was dry, I felt I?d been asleep for years. I turned and I discovered
: It's coming down These clouds could never save us From such a juggernaut of weight Your dance and jingle cabaret It's coming down The shadow's forming
: (Bonus Track) All that I have are questions; So much is veiled in mystery. But you are yourself the answer- The only answer that I need. My brokenness
: Well you know I hardly speak When I do, it's just for you I haven't said a word in weeks Cause they've been keepin' me from you There's a way where
: It's a shame that some must go without, I was no fool to think it might be my problem. Needy hands were reaching out, I kept my spare change and my
: From tender years you took me for granted, But still I deigned to wander through your lungs. While you were sleeping soundly in your bed, (Your drapes
: Mother crow Feels no pain Speaks no word Speckled egg Hatching slow Bible black Baby bird One day Fly over me Placed you in Flannel coat Months fly
: I speak in many tongues to many men; Argue with angels and I always win, But I don't know the first thing about love. I prophesy and know all mysteries
: When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop and turn and I go for a ride Then I get to the bottom and I see you again
: It's not what you think Just one more little bet Just another cigarette Just one more drink So lend me just a little more You know cancer can't catch
: Come all you weary with your heavy loads Lay down your burdens find rest for your souls Cause my yoke is easy and my burden is kind I?ll take yours
