I pray that soon the blessed meek, their world shall inherit When all of these bastards are judged by their merits And called to account for the acts
Hotel hobbies padding dawns hollow corridors A typewriter cackles out a stream of memories Drying out a conscience, evicting a nightmare Opening the doors
Madman! He squats on my shoulder with icy paws and poison claws. Paranoise, annoys, destroys his toys and tries to fix them. But his world is made of
I guess you didn't hear me When I told you for the first time Well don't you worry It won't be the last All I need a floorboard An' a wooden shoe Step
TURKEY IN THE STRAW Traditional Well, I had an old hen and she had a wooden leg, Just the best old hen that ever laid and egg, She laid more eggs than
What solace lies in the arms of fate The ill embrace of uncertainty When did I leave this in other hands To be pulled down at chance Ripped away by destiny
I wonder if you sleep right now Do you realize I'm clinging To the edge of this bed? I have nowhere to go, I have nowhere If I leave, you'll call me
Eu viro acucar em sua boca Se esquentar me derreto toda Caldo de cana corre de limao Ai,ai,ai (bis) Ta geladinho Ta gostosinho Ta bonitinho Mexe mais
I'm writing the words to this song with a poison pen I'm turning a straw into gold and then back again When you used to be my friend Before you turned
Like a straw in the wind I go whirling around Like a bird who's just learnin' to fly Feet are not on the ground Drift from pillar to post, so helplessly
I tend the wheat field that makes your bread. I bind the sweet veal, pluck the hens that make your bed. Mother nature & mother earth Are two of three
Well, I had an old hen and she had a wooden leg, Just the best old hen that ever laid and egg, She laid more eggs than any hen on the farm, But another
Put a straw under baby Your good deed for the day Put a straw under baby Keep the splinters away Let the corridors echo As the dark places grow Hear
Hold the hand of a liar (liar) it must be easier Dreams he fought to conquer (conquer) was there ever anything? Years weighed upon my mother's face every
Twist the world to fit the mold of what you think is right Colors of the rainbow are really black and white Clutching at the straws of faith, you're hanging
We who have so much to you who have so little to you won don't have anything at all We who have so much more than any one man does need and you who don
In the midst of changing times I look around and fear unknowns Fear changes in my mind We're seeing all this change, we're hearing promises But will these
We've been burned out Concerned out, discerned out We've been sought out 'Cause we can't believe our eyes We are the willing supporters And we'd like