: La tarantula. Janitor of lunacy Paralyze my infancy Petrify the empty cradle Bring hope to them and me Janitor of tyranny Testify my vanity Mortalize
: At a crossing of the line Everything they need is mine Everything is a big vision A decision must be signed A given voice A given choice A losing limit
: The road that leads you to Vegas Remains so free Where men have lost a perfect set Within so much regret A turning wheel on every table Have they told
: ...A losing limit centerpoint A given voice A given choice A losing limit centerpoint I will give them all they need Everything they know and read
: The secrets that I do not know I cannot understand them A wanted series printed over Words are his defences The battle bracelets do not fit My favorite
awaiting reverence At their children's hands Are you not loyal to your pride ? Are you not on the secret side ? Is not a crime a gain to you, Do you
: I I will be King And you You will be Queen Though nothing Will drive them away We can beat them Just for one day We can be heroes Just for one day
you will be driven Must be given to the price With a number counting two You wear colors that are blue Or dare Take his advice Do you know a game to
what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties ? A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties. And what shall she do
: I'm waiting for my man Twenty-six dollars in my hand Up to Lexington 125 Feeling sick and dirty, more dead than alive I'm waiting for my man Hey,
: Here she comes, You'd better watch your step, She's going to break your heart in two, It's true. It's not hard to realize, Just look into her false
long, seven miles, Ride the snake. He's old and his skin is cold. The West is the best The West is the best Get here and we'll do the rest The blue bus
shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties ? A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties. And what shall she do and where
: This song, er, I wrote, er, for Richard Nixon on a Halloween. I want to dedicate it to Ronald Reagan. Across from behind my window screen Demon is
costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties ? A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties. And what shall she do
Here she comes, You'd better watch your step, She's going to break your heart in two, It's true. It's not hard to realize, Just look into her false
I I will be King And you You will be Queen Though nothing Will drive them away We can beat them Just for one day We can be heroes Just for one day You
