The world weighs on my shoulders But what am I to do? You sometimes drive me crazy But I worry about you I know it makes no difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg And I worry about you

I'm going to war Walk with me Hey if you hear me out there I get down on my knees every night and pray You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots Little kids get to running Old ladys get off the block When the pops hit the truck music

I've got the salt skin Running to where he is Never going to give in Even with the strength He's stealing salt skin Telling me I'm winning Wars they created Just to understand The meaning (of)

Seagull carry me, over land and sea To my own folk, that's where I want to be Every beat of my heart Tears me further apart I'm lost and alone in the dark I'm going home Through these misty eyes I see lonely skies Lonely road to Babylon

What's going on in my mind When we're driving And you roll another one And when I need the fire You're always my lighter I see a light coming towards me Moving slowly, but coming quickly At the same time, I think it represents You say you can go faster,

Baby just come to me Tell me what's goin' on Baby I love you so I never let you go Waiting for warm embrace I'm living in the space Be what you want to be Tell me what's going on I'm looking for your face Don't break my heart tonight

To Las Vegas, turnaround, she's going to Las Vegas (Sara please) Sara's off on a turnaround Flying gambling fools To the holy land, Las Vegas Sometimes she's here and sometimes She can't be found turnaround And Sara's off, half hiding far above the

Now the kids are growing up so fast We don't know what it's for but You know it's never going to last These are different times that we're living in We'll be soldiers for you, mommy and daddy We're soldiers now in the culture war We're soldiers now, but

Nature's disappearing Man's a filthy creature Raping the land and water and the air Tomorrow may be too late Now's the time that you must be aware Polluted death is coming, do you care Garbage going nowhere Soon the dumps will spread to your front door

Mother Superior jump the gun I need a fix 'cause I'm going down She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand like a lizard on a window pane. The man in the crowd with the