your fire in the hole The entire operation is a mis-appropriation of my soul Roger Wilco it's okay Roger Wilco it's okay Roger Wilco it's okay Roger Wilco
It's against the law to walk, and against the law to talk Against the law to loaf, against the law to work Against the law to read, against the law to
I'm gonna tell all you fascists, you may be surprised People all over this world are getting organized You're bound to lose You fascists are bound to
The ashtray says You were up all night When you went to bed With your darkest mind Your pillow wept You covered your eyes And you finally slept While
When I sat down on the bed next to you You started to cry I said, maybe if I leave, you'll want me To come back home Or maybe all you mean, is leave
There's a magazine called Sunset And a tape machine that won't let Me ever forget this impossible longing for you Let's take a map across your pillow
Black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field
The birds are singing In your eyes today Sweet flowers blossom in your smile The wind and sun Are in the words you say Where might your lonesome lover
There's an airline plane Flies to heaven everyday Past the pearly gates If you want to ride this train Have your ticket in your hand Before it is too
You've got a blue-eyed soul And if you don't let it show It'll leave you, you won't even know Without your blue-eyed soul Can you keep it simple? Can
At my window, sad and lonely Oft times do I think of thee Sad and lonely and I wonder Do you ever think of me Every day is sad and lonely And every
It's in my hair, it's on my clothes It's in the river, over the road It's shining down, my angry star Hanging off the hood of my car Not going far, not
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight On a bed of California stars I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight On a bed of California stars I'd love to
I need a camera To my eye To my eye, reminding Which lies have I been hiding Which echoes belong I'm counting out The days in Central Park With gravel
You'll be happier when I'm gone Much too busy to worry I'll be sad and you'll feel bad But I know you won't be sorry And as I turn to go Please
I'm the boy that looks excited I'm the boy that's gonna fall apart Candyfloss, I lie to myself I'm the boy that eats his heart out I know I should be
Was I in your dreams I'd like to know Did I touch your hand and did it feel like snow? Try to understand while I've got you on the phone Did I hurt
The cash machine is blue and green For a hundred in twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola
