I've been seeing angels In my living room That have walked the sun And have slept on the moon Covered in the fragrance Of their own perfume Telling me the stories Stories coming true

It works for me, it works for me, no And go Gina, and go Gina, aye And go Gina, go Gina I belong to nobody I loves you, bae Picking up a penny with a press on is Easier than holding you down Can't be any harder than holding you up now To come clean I said

Along deserted avenues Steam begins to rise The figures primed and ready Prepared for quick surprise He's watchin' for a sign His life is on the line Dogs whine in the alleys Smoke is on the wind From deep inside its empty shell

I'll stand, (for nothing),not crawling, (the center),not falling down (of calms within the eye) (for me and no one else) I'll bleed, (for no one),the demons, (but myself),that pull me down I'll stand, (for nothing),not crawling, (by myself),not falling

To the ground Come and lay, help us lay And we're gonna raze, raze the prisons (Words and Music by Joan Baez) Billy Rose was a low rider, Billy Rose was a night fighter Billy Rose knew trouble like the sound of his own name Busted on a drunken charge

And you should know, please believe me I've picked up the phone a thousand times And tried to dial your number, but it's been so long It's never easy, it's like tryin' to spin the world the other way But for the way we let it end What can I say? What can

Now I taught the weeping willow how to cry And I showed the clouds how to cover up a clear blue sky And the tears that I cried for that woman are gonna flood you Big River Then I'm gonna sit right here until I die I met her accidentally in St. Paul,

All night long we a go ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Ketchy-ketchy, shuby-shuby tonight Come make we play some ketchy shuby And when me shuby, you feel ketchy And when you ketchy, don't make it drop 'Cause if it drop, it will pop And if it pop, no

Go to Heaven That's swell How do you like it Livin' Hell All along they're sayin' mind your manners Self-realized and metaphysically redeemed May not live another life May not solve a mystery Right around the corner

That's one day when I'm with you I'm blue every Monday Thinking only of Sunday It seems I sigh all day Tuesday I cry all day Wednesday Oh my how I long for you And then comes Thursday, gee it's long it never goes by Friday makes me feel like I'm gonna