If I don't come home before midnight And I call out your name in the dark You'll know that I've been tempted And I'll know that I've got no heart And
This song is dedicated to the sacred beaches of this great nation Where fifty thousand naked men and women prime their bodies With intensive care barrier
Here is change's basement house Here is adventure for seven years But I never could swallow a sinner's pride And it filled her face with tears And every
I asked her to sing in her Fish-roar voice with her lions-mane hair But she said NO Bend me like a long-horn and ride me way out west I'm burning up,
(Loading out at the Hardware Club) They didn't like the way I lugged it Didn't like the way I groaned Didn't like the way I shook it all up Didn't like
(Ray Charles) One of these days, and it won't be long You're gonna look for me and I'll be gone Because I believe I said I believe right now Well I believed
I'm on a sixty-five year holiday Oh sleepy day, ungrateful night Kissing the bricks in the afternoon Go go go, go dead slow So we'll never never work
Halo Payload The hubcap of this life Is in that contraption on the corner We're loading lots of useless things Into that contraption on the corner And
(I've lost my tweezers) At this late stage of the game you cannot tell If it is night or if it's daytime And I've come around to your door To muck around
Holy Grail - Hunters And Collectors Woke up this morning, from the strangest dream I was in the biggest army, The world has ever seen We were marching
Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut Here comes a boy rough-cut with mother-sharpened scissors And he's got hand-me-downs and sling-shot brain
Here comes a ringing testimonial Here comes the saddest song you've ever heard From somewhere else, somewhere good In a warehouse painted red Around
The heat of the night It's feeding worms in the hay And soon to surround the sheep's head See the distant howl of pleasure And it's sending shivers down
Everybody's pinching their guts Young lumps of lead, floating on the harbour They pick themselves up, now they're falling down again Big lumps of lead
An uncertain spotlight is shining on you An uncertain spotlight is burning for you I lit it up with an engine, now its rolling for you And a thousand
Well I looked out the window There's nothing there to see I needed inspiration so I turned on the TV Is there anybody in there? Well Reagan finally cracked
I says hey old mother-fixed balding boy Here's one good goon that we can't blame Hey they all cry Here's one for the fruit-bin Look at him, look at him
I drove you down the dirty track Heard you hissing in the Red Lane Come on, you thirsty little pilgrim We're moving house again Make your back get longer