There must be some way out of here Said the joker to the thief There's too much confusion I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine Plowmen dig my earth None of them along the line Know what any of it is worth No reason to get excited

Black is the color of my true love's hair I love the ground on where he stands Of my true love's hair When he and I will be as one His face so soft and wondrous fair The purest eyes And the strongest hands Oh I love my lover And where he goes

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer Oh, oh, oh, oh Came down upon her head Made sure that she was dead Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical Science in the home Late nights all alone with a test tube Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine Calls her on

Click clack You can be my piece Cause we shootin' Tell 'em all get back We shootin' them down This is my eye We untouchable uncrushable Tell them all get back Shootin' 'em down

But not for me I was a fool to fall And get that way Hi ho alas and also lackaday Although I can't dismiss The memory of his kiss I guess he's not for me They're writing songs of love A lucky star's above

You left my heart as empty As a Monday morning church It used to be so full of faith and now it only hurts And I can hear the devil whisper "Things are only getting worse" You left your Bible on the dresser So I put it in the drawer 'Cause I can't seem

Bring a nickel; tap your feet. Willy and the Poorboys are playin' Down on the corner, out in the street Down on the corner, out in the street, Early in the evenin' just about supper time, Over by the courthouse they're starting to unwind. Four kids on

I’m sick to my soul I can’t be controlled It feels I’m hanging at the end of my rope I wanna believe that there is still hope Now I’m hanging in the balance alone Heaven better tell me where the hell did the angels go I don’t wanna be the last to know

He inventado mil razones para olvidarte He luchado con mis ganas para no llamarte Mi promesa siempre a sido ser un hombre fiel Mi promesa es respetarte bien No pretendo que lo dejes todo por mi amor No te digo que con migo te va a ir mejor Solo digo que

Babbo, pietà, pietà O mio babbino caro Mi piace è bello, bello Vo' andare in Porta Rossa A comperar l'anello Sì, sì, ci voglio andare E se l'amassi invano Andrei sul Ponte Vecchio Ma per buttarmi in Arno Mi struggo e mi tormento