Wouldn't it be great to see the African plains Before they lay them to waste and only the bones remain? Wouldn't it be poetry to shoot holes in the poachers
Nearly everything I wanted Everything I ever could have dreamed of Got it all right here, oh, in a house full of love Nearly everything I thought, everything
When the sun comes up In the nuclear sky And the life we had Has blown up and died We will shed no tear, We will skip no beat And we will walk right down
how did you get it in your head, mr. bonaparte that everything you did and said would amount to law and all of the players and pieces on the map you
I don't wanna live Anywhere I wanna live, I wanna live everywhere In a rolling big house Full of fresh air A motor bungalow, Round and comfortable Like
I'm wheels, I am moving wheels I am a 1952 studebaker coupe I'm wheels, I am moving wheels, moving wheels I am a 1952 starlite coupe En route Les subterraneans
"good morning, it's 3 a.m. in this great roaring city full of garbage eaters ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window...i see cheetah in their
Hold me down, I'm a wounded man Give me all your love, give me everything Breathe me in, like a piece of sky On a bed of flowers, on the longest night
"far away," said the matriarch, "i once heard from the tongue of a lark Of golden days Of bow and drum And of men who chased. Now they
(belew/fetters/nyswonger) Full color cover shot Self magazine Where the limos go People start to scream Shiny women on a yacht These are things I ain
I wish I had an angel To tell me what I should do With all these troubles Stuck on me like superglue Angel, my spirit's so tired Oh, my spirit's so tired
When I was a boy Simple times, simple joy And life was not full of hate and chaos A modern man Lives in some kind of hurricane I need your love to keep
I guess, God said "It?s time to let the little people have the salad days Somebody cut the rain Let there be lawn chairs in the shade for everyone Be
Look at the sky, the sun is rising With another day Look at the sky, the sun is rising With another day to lay at our feet What will we do and what will
Oh daddy, when you gonna write that big hit? Oh daddy, when you gonna hit it real big, real big? Well, now that's a tall request For such a small little
(belew/fetters) Money to burn, I'm on fire Danger danger, I'm hot-wired I'm in the business of pleasure A big demand for leisure I'll have my drink
The woman screams at the windy day Her children play in the acid rain The water is green and the sky is brown The cars and buildings, all broken down
The day is blue, there's nothing to do But watch the sad review of life going by... All the broken people in a world of hurt And all the hungry people