Dear Mr. Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all feel happy. Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom Sing a song, play guitar, make
Roll away the dew Roll away the dew Roll away the dew I'll tell you where the four winds dwell In Franklin's tower there hangs a bell It can ring, turn
Paradise waits, on the crest of a wave, her angels in flames. She has no pain, like a child she is pure, she is not to blame. Poised for flight, wings
come, oh it surely looks like rain Did you ever waken to the sound of street cats making love? You guess from the cries you were listening to a fight
some wine, Looked up in the heavens Lord I saw a mighty sign, Writt'n fire across the heaven, plain as black and white; Get prepared, there's gonna be a
Beautiful lie You can pray You can pay Till you're buried alive Blackmailer blues Everyone in the room Owns a part of the noose Slipknot gig Slipknot
Patience runs out on the junkie Horns of the dilemma And so I wrestle with the angel
I just don't mind dying She got a Belgium movement from her head down to her toes Breaking on a dollar 'most anywhere she goes Well I got a good woman
feel like a stranger (feel like a stranger) So let's get on with the show, let's go Yes, and the wheels it's smokin 'round midnight You show me a look
me: now cool down boy - settle back easy Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the burying ground
scorched ground green, Blow the horn, tap the tambourine Close the gap of the dark years in between You and me, Cassidy... Quick beats in an icy heart. catch-colt draws a
All I know is something like a bird within her sang, All I know she sang a little while and then flew on, Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow
you got to live for is what you left behind, Get yourself a powder charge and seal that silver mine. Lost my boots in transit, baby, pile of smokin' leather. I nailed a
in my back door someday. March winds will blow all my troubles away. I wish I was a headlight, on a North bound train; I wish I was a headlight, on a
a silver kimono like a crazy-quilt stargown through a dream night wind Krazy Kat peeking through a lace bandana like a one-eyed Cheshire like a diamond
you ain't got time to call your soul a critic no. Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home, wond'rin' where the nut-thatch winters, wings a
growing Let it grow, let it grow, greatly yield Chorus What shall we say, shall we call it by a name As well to count the angels dancing on a pin Water
All I know is something like a bird within her sang All I know she sang a little while and then flew on Tell me all that you know, I'll show you snow