I hear Jerusalem bells a ringing Be my mirror, my sword and shield My missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain Roman Calvary choirs are singing I know Saint Peter won't call my name Never an honest word But that was when I ruled

You live without shame You’re digging up a gold mine Standing on the sidelines You are caught up in your gravity Watching through the looking glass Singing your own praise I would not expect you felt alone in standing north Better to rise above the

Maybe we can go a little wild and freestyle Hey, it ain't nothing wrong Just making it up as we go along Find a little rock 'n' roll hallelujah Throw your hands up high Let the speed remove your pain Singing hey, hey, hey We can do it old school, ABC

I only dream of you Sing for absolution I will be singing Falling from your grace Lips are turning blue A kiss that can't renew My beautiful Tiptoe to your room A starlight in the gloom

I know what you wanna hear Truck tires on a two lane rolling River rushing and a warm breeze blowing in Hair all around to the sound Of the radio singing in the background Gravel grinding, while we're finding A little spot I can make a fire in Top

There are no more tales to be told! No more stories from battles of old! Now it seems our journey has come to an end! We are scraping the barrel my friend! For many a-year we have travelled the seas Singing songs about pirates and all their misdeeds!

They say I made the moon Everything was in the dark No memories at all Just a tiny freezing wind in my back As I was sitting there Singing a song they had never heard before Suddenly, a voice told me "Keep on singing, little boy And raise your arms in

A Merle or a Willie If not for a Django and Jimmie The Django and Jimmie Has Mississippi A young singing brakeman A jazz playing gypsy Might not have been I'm a kid with a guitar Trying to play ?, when they ask

What's troubling, Gus, is it nothing goes quiet? Is that what's troubling you, Gus, the mere mention of the name Used to be enough to make every bird stop singing What's troubling, Gus, you sound demented Is it because someone talked and she told me He

Life of the party So I guess I’ll be the life Everybody singing along to my songs Taking my shots, throwing them back Acting like you ain’t gone But I don’t want em to know I’m all alone And I ain’t got nobody I don’t want em to see I'm dying inside