You know you drive me crazy (crazy) And you been drippin' lately (drip) You know you different, baby (different) Know you have to suck it right when I come through (come through) Pick up the phone when I want you (want you) Pull up like a boss when I

I'm trying not to stare, it's too late The blankets over there, if you like I'm broken and I'm colder than hell I should've said I'd not come back here Your breakfast will get cold I really have to go It's easier to lie and be safe Time and time again

Come gather 'round, friends And I'll tell you a tale Of when the red iron ore pits ran plenty But the cardboard filled windows And old men on the benches Tell you now that the whole town is empty In the north end of town My own children are grown But I

Everybody wants to ride So get up and come over And get off when I am done So bring your daisy chain Come on girl on your knees Bow down like your starting to pray Come on little girl when you're riding me Everybody knows how you sex me dirty I know

Let her be she belongs to me And the moment comes when I no longer know your name Oh baby darling you will see Your blood belongs to him a soulless feast Heaven betrayed you They said that her soul could not be saved A better believer A lonely maiden

And I won't be back till fall Oh see, see see rider Girl see, what you've done Oh, oh, oh see see rider See what you've done now You've gone away and left me, Lord, now and now the blues have come, oh yes, they do Oh, well I'm goin', goin' away baby Oh

I'm in a New York state of mind. Out of touch with the rhythym and blues But now I need a little give and take The New York Times, the Daily News. It comes down to reality, and it's fine with me cause I've let it slide. I don't care if it's Chinatown or

I go outside I'll admit I'm full of shit That's how I know I love you That's how I know I trust you, You're not sure if there's a right or wrong But it feels like there is when I treat you like this Texas, I won't come home Not even if you call I can't

King of the streets, child of clay What made them want to come and blow you away Born in Red Hook, Brooklyn, in the year of who knows when Opened up his eyes to the tune of an accordion Always on the outside of whatever side there was When they asked him

Natural as the way we came to be It's never as good as the first time Good times they come and they go Never going to know Never as good as the first time Second time won't live up to the dream Second time is not quite what it seemed As the first time,