I aim at the first one wholl dare to stand still

Oh Lord, youre tension is making me ill

Youve got no friends in your home, youll got no family stone

You cant go: Yeah Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah Yeah



Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip,

Will gather round you with coke and pain

The trees, aint no doubt about

The seeds, I had no thought about

No, Yeah Yeah Yeah



Dont know why I cant locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you

It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you

This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you

Dont let them closer to this secret... that I may love you



Take em outa west, take em outa height, take em on a sweet ride

Those little angels are numbered nine

The colored TV once shined on desolation 15

Theyve got it! Yeah Yeah Yeah

Bust em in the light, bust em in the light, BUST EM IN THE DAYLIGHT

They aint worthy being named as thieves

One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died

The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah



Dont know why I



Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like I would rather heal your wounds

now hear the dark gun punching out, that I may love you