Take this hammer, carry it to the captain If he asks you was I runnin' If he asks you was I laughin' They wanna feed me cornbread and molasses Tell him I'm gone, tell him I'm gone Tell him I was flyin', tell him I was flyin' Tell him I was cryin', tell

Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, uh! For too long, for too long Oh yeah yeah 'Cause you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven Yeah you make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven 'Cause your sex takes me to paradise Yeah your sex takes me to

When your mind's made up There's no point trying to change it And you call, call Then I'll come running So, if you want something To fight and I'll be at your door When there's nothing worth running for There's no point trying to stop it, you see You're

I was sittin' at home watchin TV all alone I'm so tired of reruns, the day goes on and on So I pick up the phone, call everyone I know Said there's gonna be a party, hit the music here we go You gotta live to party, bust your move Everybody's in the

Joshua, Joshua Me and Joshua Well a good ways down the railroad track There was this little old rundown shack And in it lived a man I'd never seen Folks said he was a mean and a vicious man And you better not set foot on his land But I didn't think

I hate you, don't leave me I admit I'm in and out of my head Don't listen to a single word I've said Just hear me out before you run away But I can't back down No, I can't deny That I'm staying now 'Cause I can't decide Confused and scared I am terrified

I want to be alone So pray, pray for me I run in tow And where you're from I long to know And it shall be so That's not me from a-trying That's the devil and his lying I cannot love

I'm in no hurry, you go run And tell your friends I'm losing touch Console me in my darkest hour But you made your way back home Could this be that the truth is always gray Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghost you cast away Fill their

You can hide You can run But you can't escape my love If you feel like leaving But soon you'll be finding I'm not going to make you stay Here's how it goes You can run you can hide

Scour the house, flip the wig, Shake the tree, Your whereabouts are known Until your whereabouts are known to me Your whereabouts are known to me You with the jaundiced eyes, Drunk on your own reflection Propped up with desks and flags, Eight chairs