One more chain I break To get me closer to you One more chain does the maker make To keep me from bustin' through One more notch I scratch To keep me
An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morning To say, "I love you" Gets me going where I want to
The drummers and jugglers in Montreal Don't even exist at all So I'm tearing up these tarot cards and Venetians clowns Antique shops and alcoholic homosexuals
sand Of fire island's shore Better pray for your sins Better pray for your sins 'Cause the Gay Messiah's coming No, it will not be me Rufus the baptist
There I was in uniform Lookin' at the art teacher I was just a girl then Never have I loved since then He was not that much older than I was He had taken
The mind has so many pictures Why can't I sleep with my eyes open The mind has so many memories Can you remember what it looks like when I cry I'm trying
I don't know what I'm doing I don't know what I'm saying I don't know why I'm watching All these white people dancing I don't know where I'm going But
Waiting for the present For the present to pass Waiting for a dream To last You are not my lover And you never will be 'Cause you've never done anything
Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Agnus dei Agnus dei Qui tollis peccata mundi Dona nobis pacem Dona nobis pacem pacem Dona nobis pacem [Translation
Is true love a trip to Chinatown Or being held in one's opium gaze Under the peach trees There I'll sit and wait Is true love a long walk through Bryant
Little sister come and sit beside me, beside me And we'll play a tune on this old piano, forte Just for a while, just for a while, just for a while Till
Maybe in you I'll believe Maybe I'll believe in you The future of my understanding of love Many a time I've before Before I've many a time Knocked a stranger
Never thought of Hades Under the Mississippi But still I've come for to sing for him So southern furies Prepare to walk for my harp I have strung and
I'm not ready to love, I'm not ready for peace I'm givin' up the dove to the beast I'm not ready to surrender to another glove murderer I'm not ready
Haven't fallen down in a while Sitting here, walking the line Well that's okay, I ain't no book 'Cause nobody's off the hook See you're looking so sad
Oh my God You can go out, dancing And I'll write about you, dancing without you And I'll shed a tear between my legs When you were here, I missed you
Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? The boys that made me lose the blues and then my eyesight All together, playing games of cards Gambling the tiny shards
You taste of potato chips in the morning Your face has the Marlon Brando club calling And who would have thought that I'd owe it all to Tulsa? And that