It set deeply in the west An' see if my woman's over there She won't even call me on the telephone When the sunrise in the east, lover Yeah, the sunrise in the east I've been lookin' for my lover An' I haven't found her yet I'm gonna call up China Well,

Sadly, in search of, but one step in back of, Themselves and their slow-movin' dreams. My heroes have always been cowboys. And they still are, it seems. I grew up a-dreamin' of bein' a cowboy, And lovin' the cowboy ways. Pursuin' the life of my

My love now where have you been She begs this night to just end Tranquilize, fantasize Until your heart caves in Kill all the lights as midnight approaches Tonight's the night my nightmares come to life I must confess my final breath is heavy with the

Welcome to the choir, sir It's not home And it's not Tara If fact do I know you Have I been here before This is a dream, right Did I come here on my own

Tell them they've had their day, it's someone else's tomorrow Have you ever been baptized in the cool winter water On a Sunday morning when the sky was gray? You filed out of the churchyard, so cold it was silver To gold, tan, and blue cars, and the cars

Oh, sweet daddy please come home Weary blues from waitin' Lord, I've been waitin' so long These blues have got me cryin' The snow falls 'round my window But it can't chill my heart Lord knows it died the day you left My dream world fell apart No, sweet

I'm a bad motherfucker, I'm a bad motherfucker I'm a bad motherfucker, bad bad I'm a bad mah'fucker Oh, have you been through what I've been through? Man, you'll be popping this shit too Oh, every time that I come through, I come through They say that

Sweet child in time you'll see the line The line that's drawn between the good and the bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying taking toll If you've been bad, Lord I bet you have And you've been hit by flying lead You'd better close

None of thy empty gods, shall ever stand above me My awareness, catalyst, of godhate I have spawned Mightiest Self! Cast out of Thy Elysium With blood of Nazarene I write the story of man Two thousand years Is nothing though it has been enough Come forth

Can't you come out to play in your empty garden, Johnny He must have been a gardener that cared a lot Who weeded out the tears and grew a good crop And I've been knocking but no one answers Oh and I've been calling, oh hey hey Johnny Who lived here And