Here come the rising tide (rising tide) (You can't escape) The streets of persuasion Are plated with gold Your heart's in the right place, But you travel down the wrong road Like so many before you The gates open wide Let's go out tonight

Maybe, here it comes, oh, oh, oh Oh, babe, lay down and get what you came for I bet you ain't never feel one Oh, babe, say how you want me to take over You're fuckin' with a real one Baby, here it comes, oh, oh, oh, oh Yeah, yeah, yeah I'll take care of

The time has come, for bad things to leave The time has come, for life to begin The time has come, for the war of the gods It's that time I'ma take the subtle approach first 'Cause I'm just gettin' started Look, I'm the best and there's nothing that you

Round, round, round a melody Round, round, round a melody, One and the same. Round, round, round a harmony Round, round, round a memory Truly happy and content with me. Measure me, treasure me, pleasure me. Here it comes, our symphony, A melody and

Dallas packed her suitcase And drove off in the brand new car I bought her Oh how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee If I could move Texas east Then she'd be here with me Then nothin' else would come between the two of us If Dallas was in Tennessee She made

Why do I feel so numb Is it something to do with where I come from Should this be fight or flight Helpless hysteria A false sense of urgency Trapped in my phobia Possessed by anxiety Run, try to hide Overwhelmed by this

Romance is mush stifling those who strive I'll live a lush life in some small dive And there I'll be while I rot with the rest Of those whose lives are lonely too I used to visit all the very gay places Those come-what-may places Where one relaxes on the

I'm the number one fan He said please come to Boston For the springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends And they've got lots of room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

Call my name, here I come It pains me Please, just leave it Ninety to nothing, watch me run I am ashamed to say Ugly girls know their fate Anybody can get laid You want a room with a fire escape I want to tell you how much I hate this