He carries on his way Never asks what end he serves too “I’m not here to stay. I’m only paying for what my worth is.” Oh, to explode What do you expect Nothing’s going quite as smoothly Paying all his respects Pete can take down all the lonely Oh to explode Far below Aims to the needle taking smiles and breaths away climbing high through the sky you can here him say It’s gonna be fast It’s gonna get dirty It’s gonna be wild It’s gonna be fine Dreamed of wings as a child Falling down was like spinning in circles Never cared for goodbyes New he’d land, forever the virgo Oh, to explode Far below Aims to the needle Taking smiles and breaths away climbing high through the sky you can here him say: It’s gonna be fast It’s gonna get dirty It’s gonna be wild I’ts gonna be fine Aims to the needle Taking smiles and breaths away climbing high through the sky you can here him say: It’s gonna be fast You’re gonna get dirty It’s gonna be wild It’s gonna be fine

wait always wait one by one by one keep always keep so you never have to take kept love like an underwater stone worn down from ages drown down below in places the waves stopped a seed still grows don’t wait for the big hand take some time with a little hand don’t wait for the big hand take some time with a little hand don’t wait for right love quiet lonely love shared silently alone take always take more then you’ll ever know kept love like an underwater stone worn down from ages drown down below in places where waves stopped a seed still grows don’t wait for the big hand take some time with a little hand don’t wait for the big hand take some time with a little hand

She sits tight with her ticking age got you 14 karats for that mountin’ rage. Tall heels and a long black dress If the zipper gets stuck then you’re out of luck Chow down with three chop-sticks a glass of wine with your bag of tricks dropping coins into homeless cups said a Japanese prayers for the Japanese slut. Take two and you’ll be ok I got a ride from the Bronx with a motorcade. Four-til on the windowsill with a glass of stale port and a cheap thrill. I need it now. Stare down through the cracked-up glass at the cartoon man with the cartoon glance. As morning rises, you’re up with the heads you got up to be first, you’ll get up to be last. Cabbed home in a corkscrewed van with a tattooed gal from the Hippodrome. She sat tight with a tucked in stash and a smirk on your face and a full mustache. Take two and you’ll be ok, I got a ride from the Bronx with a motorcade. Four-til on the windowsill with a glass Of stale port, and a cheap thrill. I need it now. Drove down to the border-line where the Mexican men feed the Methadone line. Held a gun to the face of a man sells rocks on the street with a golden tan. Flew out as the bullet just missed nearly left your son just like Oliver Twist. Pulled hard with the right hand thumb good thing I got two, I’ll use the other one Cabbed home in a corkscrewed van with a tattooed gal from the Hippodrome. She sat tight with a tucked in stash and smirk on your face and a full mustache. Take two, and you’ll be ok, I got a ride from the Bronx with a motorcade. Four-til on the windowsill with a glass Of stale port and a cheap thrill. I need it now.

There’s a shiver in the night Girls are shaking to their bones Still leaving on their lights When she hears that subtle knock at home He works the city after dawn That’s when he likes to get it on Are coeds unaware? He’s bleaching all his teeth There’s some pomade in his hair His creeping down your street In Hollywood they always stare No one noticed his collection of fine hair He’s cutting up LA While they're wide awake She’s not so glad she came It’s the super-models brush with fame He’s cutting up LA Its on the 5 o’clock news They found the slashers yellow boots While he was walking out the door He spilled turpentine on his hard-wood floor I know its awfully unfair to say But his morning guests Don’t have much to say He’s cutting up LA While they're wide awake She’s not so glad she came It’s the super-models brush with fame He’s cutting up LA

citizens and democrats that voted for the Riot Acts noticed that the fish had grown quite tired middle seats, flying overseas pretty soon, we'll catch some z’s times are tough on fisheries & swine there’s 2 billion more on the way there’s little left in Shanghai Bay its getting tighter day-by-day hungry mouths and rising seas livestock wars for tainted meats sunday prayers for warm food and red wine humpback whales and sharks that bleed disapperared with them factories times are tough on fisheries & swine there’s 2 billion more on the way there’s little left in Shanghai Bay its getting tighter day-by-day

everyone wants to say what’s on their mind barking along with no thought Hello, that’s you, now go get a clue you’re given two ears and one mouth that’s a fact Consider the math and don’t ever talk back to your mum, don’t be dumb dear James, the laughs on me dear James, I poured one for two dear James, no need to explain dear James Scars will heal over the lesson will get learned if you never fall down, you’ll forever get burned its not cruel to lose, nah don’t be a fool hit first and hard don’t ever turn back look ‘em square in the eye & give em that smirk that you learned when you were two dear James, the laughs on me dear James, I poured one for two dear James, no need to explain dear James all these bromides now fueling the sound while I keep my head locked and set to the ground maybe ill laugh just a little bit louder and keep them waiting for more do what I say, not what I do sending signs from me to you everyone wonders whose eye you begot never could tell you its your mother who thought that you’d scream, now don’t be obscene if everything inside of you is dripping with rage remember my fate and resist all the urges to stew don’t be a fool dear James, the laughs on me dear James, I poured one for two dear James, no need to explain dear James

Highway rides a mile wide from Tennessee down 65 pushing cars past highway laws that turn on dusty lanes wondered down to Mississippi loitered with your sister Missi met her at The Boot around the field, now on the run hold it down, hold it down now Sycophants in pleated pants driving tiny cars out of bourbon bars their swinging wives are sending signs etched out on bathroom stalls little girls in little plaid are licking lips and tilting back you’re fine but please mind your manners now Hold it down, hold it down now Banquet halls in Baton Rouge where diamonds shine like white balloons debutantes endless rants are bleeding from my ‘lobes Cadillacs in tow, southern drawls move slow tugging at the boots worn on the feet of northern souls Hold it down, hold it down now

the spoon man, well he plays the spoons and the flutist he plays the flute the conductor strikes up the band the audience is now giving them a hand the girl sits quietly alone and everybody plays their role now the lover seduces the girl and the night watchman delivers his pearls as the priest now stands and delivers the rites the audience yawns making plans for the night and the man quietly waits for the throne and everybody plays their role as the solider acts out another truth the lawyers dips his pen while bending the rules the lovers fall asleep now hand-in-hand a man they make fierce will he stand cause it’s a long way down and the dog quietly waits for his bone and everybody plays their role as the man-child stares down the well as the sunlight dims, southbound goes his trail the sound of an orchestra the curtain draws near so it goes, so it goes from here the ditch digger fills up the hole and everybody plays their role

I’m real hungry now like a lion in the thunder and the rain. I’m committed to the prowl with a scar on my head and blood on the trail. I’ve got a flame on my back. I’ve been coddled by them thieves. Had my hand out for hours like a begger on the street. If you give me your time maybe i’ll quench some of the thirst. If you give me your wine maybe I’ll fall down first Are they warning signs through the lights and crowds? All these heads standing around. Anyone fooling you? Are we falling back like strangers in night strolling downtown? I’m real anxious now like a lion on the Serengeti plain. So your free and your proud? Sand runs through your hands, your tied to the chain. So you crawled in the back room, flattered all them thieves. Had your hand out for hours like a begger on the street. If they give you some time maybe you’ll quench some of the thirst. If they give you a while maybe you’ll fall down first. Are these warning signs that shine through lights and crowds? All these heads standing around. Anyone fooling you? Are we falling back like strangers at night strolling downtown? Been lost in dreams before, swam through the deepest seas, throw me a life-line. While the rich stand tall there’s another man walking back whose a stranger and still out of luck.