I can't get to sleep I think about the implications Of diving in too deep And possibly the complications Especially at night I worry over situations
Maria was born in the country She loved her homeland Maria was from a poor family For their girl, they had greater plans Across the sea, not yet twenty
Pull out the stop plugs, drain all the waste Who needs it anyway Fill all the big holes, leave no trace No sign of yesterday Wash all the dishes and
Outside these, four walls lies, anarchy babe Unnatural acts and sights abound Glass glaring, eyes staring, young pairing, maybe What does the world care
There's a picture in the hall, I know And it's from a time when feelings showed Though I hold it close before my eyes My heart refuses to see Loving
Give me no restrictions on what I do or say Don't speak of tomorrow when it's still today Leave me to my selfish ways, I'm well enough alone That is what
I can stand but I don't like the feeling I could fall but I'm always on the floor You could make a million staring at the ceiling You could break your
Wind is in the east Stare at us, eyes in wonder Like beggars at a feast We can't even, count the number What you gonna do? Send them table scraps, we
Now there is this place With so much space It's at the bottom of the world So it lay unspoiled Wind and rain Hurricane And the black man reigned Till
No one knows what I can see And what I see, it pleases me on my roof South Pacific hot sea pool Coney Island amusement school for misspent youth It's
Don't take the fire from your eyes Must make them feel the heat They build castles underground For the rich politic elite Keep all the home fires burning
Who can it be knocking at my door? Go 'way, don't come 'round here no more Can't you see that it's late at night? I'm very tired and I'm not feeling right
Settle down and eat your peas and gravy, my boy Settle down, settle down, my boy, settle down Stop wasting all your time with running around the town
Hello to you, my sweet young friends Have you got money perhaps you could lend? I wash my leather face in the afternoon sun My shirt's turn, my time's
Till the money runs out Till the money runs out Till the money runs out Till the money runs out Till the money runs out Till the money runs out Till
Feel so washed up today Haven't really got much to say Blood on the pillow of my bed Explains the pain that's in my head Sometimes I don't know which
I'm not tryin' to impress you with my lines They don't mean nothin' at all It's just another expression of mine It don't mean nothin' at all Mystifying
By your leave, I think that I'll be going now I think I've stayed a little long I looked up all my mother's recipes I can't think what I did wrong We