I turn to you oh my precious Jerusalem Risin' up from the heart of the desert In wilderness In desert lands Deny your prophets their passion and treat them like fools Risin' up for Jerusalem Building up old Jerusalem I've gone beyond But there's no life

You are, you are And nothing else compares Home, home, where I wanted to go Home, home, where I wanted to go (You are) The lights go out and I can't be saved Tides that I tried to swim against Have brought me down upon my knees Oh I beg, I beg and plead,

Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (Woah) like the beginning of "Mean Streets" Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh Like the beginning of "Mean Streets" (oh) I'm prolific, so gifted I'm the type that's gon' go get it, no kidding Breaking down a Swisher in front

As it's getting later Heading for the corner And oh, don't let me see you crying 'Cause oh, honey, I'll smoke you 'til I'm dying Early in the morning Just trying to let the sun in And open up my eyes Already running dry

When I look outside my window Getting no peace I got to do things my own way darling Do things my own way darling I can't get no peace of mind I can't get no peace of mind oh I come fluttering in from Neverland Time could never stop me, no, no, no, no I

She's never been loved Oh, she is my girl Oh, she loves to fight but She loves to fight but

I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter I'll be glad I got 'em And make believe it came from you I'm gonna write words, oh, so sweet They're gonna knock me off my feet A lotta kisses at the bottom I'm gonna smile and say I hope you're feeling

Could it be, the things I need. These eyes, they bleed, for you. It's in my hands, the sky So bright its burning it's for me To decide...in flames The black hole, forever mine, I need the fear to push me out. Oh be brave, show me faith, Should I feel

Don't worry 'bout me You should worry 'bout you, yeah, yeah Keep doing what you do best, babe That's loving only yourself, babe You should worry 'bout you (Oh, oh) Yeah, that's your problem, so fix it 'Cause I ain't none of your business Now I've been

Oh baby it's oh so cold in this place Oh maybe it's all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I'm all alone, and here comes the dawn Until the break of dawn Hearing boots walking into the bar Four men dragging their