Do you, Mr. Jones? You walk into the room with your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked and you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard but you don't understand Just what you will say when you get home Because something is happening here but you

On the mouth of the river On the mouth of the river (woah) And the wrath of the giver With the hands of a sinner And the wrath of the giver (woah) With the hands of a sinner (woah) Oh I am going under I am going under Oh the mouth of the river

Ha, ha, charade you are You're nearly a laugh But you're really a cry You're nearly a good laugh Mary you're nearly a treat Big man, pig man You well heeled big wheel And when your hand is on your heart Almost a joker

No need to state the obvi', I be close to your heart I know you looking for real love I got my hand on my Glock, posted on the block I might just let off a shot, at anyone tryin' to kill love Are you who I be in this weekend If so, let's get lost in the

I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin' on Sweet temptation All over the place Give me tall dark and handsome, Mix it up with something strong I feel a sin comin' on And you can see it All over my face I feel a right that's about to go wrong

And it's blue And he's blue Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise You’re spilling like an overflowing sink

(If I could turn back) (If I could turn back the hands) If I could turn, turn back the hands of time How did I ever let you slip away Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more Ever since you closed the

La la la la, la la la la la People need hope, people need lovin' People need trust from a fellow man People need love to make a good livin' People need faith in a helping hand Gotta have love to carry on living La la la la, la la la la la Man has alway

Scratching at the surface now And I'm trying hard to work it out And so much has gone misunderstood And this mystery only leads to doubt And I didn't understand When you reached down to take my hand And if you have something to say You better say it now

It's not all my fault again (I can't let go) In spite of you I'm lost again (I still fell down) It's time to show me why I'm fighting The status quo is not a punishment But now it feels like home Let's give all our hands Not again, not another excuse The