Tune me in to the wild side of life I'm an innocent young child sharp as a knife Take me to the garretts where the artists have died Show me the courtrooms
ya, for taking pictures! Thirty two shots to split ya! It's all about the cash when I'm fuckin' wit' ya! John could make ya richer! Fuck the Prince of
I dreamed I was being kept alive To bear the brunt of a family joke About which no one spoke To multiply and divide This hideous thing, this human
i wake up with my head and hand i wish i was another man 'Cause i almost fed up with the blues i think about the kitchen sink then i just shudder to
ward bond was his sidekick rowdy yates? drove that wagon train out West right along this interstate cross the high plains of kansas to the colorado
saw a red tailed hawk eatin' road kill said "Man, what happened to your dignity?" he said "Subdivisions have taken my home and there's no more pray
How long you been workin' here? well what do you know about that? its been thirty years or so since i bothered lookin' back it was right in front
i spent all day staring al a leaf i know my time here is brief i'd like to get some details down before i move on to another town i met a man,
minutes turn to days years just melt away in the park at dawn just a flower on CHORUS: i keep callin' to you my baby blue, my baby blue i keep
she marked our trail up the back bone ridge how many times can one dog pee she keeps me high as an eagle when i'm on the skids i guess you gotta
time is runnin' out friends are too the word is getting' out it's all bad news scoundrels know my whereabouts they recognize these pointy shoes
what there was left of us was all covered in dust and thick skin a half eaten apple the whole Sistine chapel painted on the head of a pin a life
how fast you gonna run? away from this one anywhere but here you wanna disappear to the next daylight where everythings right it's always somewhere
well I do my best thinking sitting on my ass sittin' here waiting for things to pass you got places to go and people to see well honey that's you,
a broken promise i kept too long a greasy shade and a curtain drawn a broken glass and a heart gone wrong that's my window on the world a cup
(John Mellencamp) This getting older Ain't for cowards This getting older Is a lot to go through Ain't a gonna need this body Much longer Ain't a gonna
If you believe Won't you please raise your hands Let's hear your voices Let us know where you stand Don't shout from the shadows Cause it won't mean