I've been sitting on the charts like a beach chair My last album, spent 52 weeks there Almost finished with the second, you should be scared Storms coming you should go inside and prepare No shortcuts, it ain't no cheats there I brought the whole city

I'm gonna live where the green grass grows Watch my corn pop up in rows Every night be tucked in close, to you Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed Point our rockin' chairs towards the west And plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows

You are loved, you are loved, you are loved. Oh if you’re losing sleep… Oh if you’re losing sleep, scared of shadows. See it’s just a chair, see the clothes hang there. Oh don’t go losing sleep, scared of shadows. Oh don’t feel bad. Well I never have,

It's hard enough being alone Sitting here by the phone Waiting for my memories To come and play It's hard enough sitting there Rockin' in your rockin' chair It's all too much for me to take When you're not there I'm older than I wish to be

Lying on your bed, examining my head This is the part of me that hates Paybacks are a bitch, I throw the switch Somewhere the electric chair awaits Hey! this was my life Hey! this was my fate This was my life This was my fate It was just another day

Here I am, stuck in the middle with you Well, I don't know why I came here tonight I got the feeling something ain't right I'm so scared in case I fall off my chair Yeah clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right Stuck in the middle with you Well, you

Girls, girls, girls Friday night and I need a fight My motorcycle and a switchblade knife Handful of grease in my hair feels right But what I need to get me tight are those Long legs and burgundy lips Dancin' down on the Sunset Strip Red lips, fingertips

In my solitude I sit in my chair With gloom everywhere I sit and I stare I know that I'll soon go mad Dear Lord above Send back my love You haunt me

Of course, of course, of course I won't cut my beard and I won't change my hair It grows like fancy flowers but it grows nowhere My hair, my hair If I could build my house just like the Trojan horse I'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf Oh, that ever

Got a devil's haircut in my mind Somethin's wrong cause my mind is fading, And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting, Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leprous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees