If I had possession, over judgment day And I rolled and I tumbled and I cried the whole night long Had to fold my arms and I, slowly walked away Now run here, baby, set down on my knee Lord, the little woman I'm lovin' wouldn't, have no right to pray And

After all this time I'm coming home to you 'Cause with all these things we do It don't matter when I'm coming home to you But with all that we've been through I reach towards the sky I've said my goodbyes My heart's always with you now I won't question

Cut you like a razor blade She won't cut you like a knife, like a knife That little look in her eyes'll You're blindfolded walking South down the whiskey tracks She's rolling north like a neon train Bolt of lightning in the night Speed of light, you

Start again in the month of May Come on and blow the wires away And around and around and around and around Gonna make a record in the month of May But the kids are still standing with their arms folded tight One, two, three, four In the month of May, in

Can we fight to save our souls? Protect the hive from enemies! March on, worker bees! Know your enemy! Follow the herd mentality! And we'll march... along, with our blindfolds on And we'll ride... the rails, with our pistols drawn Can the Lord... above,

Let it go, ooo ooo 'Cause I'ma I'ma go for broke You could go hard or you could go home You could live life or you could just fold You could stay young or you could grow old You could get high or you could get low Love is much more that paper You can get

Spirit-moves-through-all-things Letting the reigns go to the unfolding Is faith, faith, faith, faith Science has failed our world Science has failed our Mother Earth Science fails to recognize the single most Potent element of human existence Making two

It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce One day married, next day free Broken hearts for you and me Down below El Paso lies Juarez Mexico is different, like a travel folder says Cross the Rio Grande and you will find An old adobe house Where you

You know I make you wanna run from me, baby But no, it's too late, you've wasted all your time Unwanted clemency Scream 'til there's silence Scream while there's life left vanishing Scream from the pleasure Unmask your desire, perishing

But baby don't cry 'Cause I really always knew that my little crime Would be cold that's why I got a heater for your thighs And I know, I know it's not your time But bye, bye And a word to the wise when the fire dies You think it's over but it's just