Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times in this crazy town Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here

Four hundred thousend years ago They came from outer space And gave us life here We are taking everything for granted I don't think we should do this now And when I see the smoke all around I feel like I'm now From humankind down there I feel like

When the man comes around Hear the trumpets hear the pipers One hundred million angels singin' Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum Voices callin', voices cryin' Some are born and some are dyin' It's alpha and omega's kingdom come And the

And it makes me so angry I can feel your body When I'm lying in bed There's too much confusion Going around through my head To know that the flame still burns Why can't I get over? When will I ever learn?

Take the bread out of my hand You make me feel So good, loving me And you turn around and Shamed my name All I can say is la-la-la you, baby Good feeling (Listen yeah)

When I'm up I can't get down Can't get down, can't get level Get my feet back on the ground I am the fountain of affection I'm the instrument of joy And to keep the good times rolling I'm the boy, I'm the boy, You know the world could be our oyster, You

Come raise your lantern to the sky While the world sleeps we are awake Can we illuminate this night We'll dance like heathens round our flame And let's illuminate this night (Raise your lantern to the sky) This night will fall like any other Daylight

And I can't tell you why I can't tell you why Every time I try to walk away Something makes me turn around and stay Look at us baby, up all night Tearing our love apart Aren't we the same two people who live Through years in the dark?

It's the same old story, same old song and dance, my friend You could look, but you ain't gonna find it around It's the same old story, same old story Get yourself cooler, lay yourself low Coincidental murder, with nothing to show When the judge's

My feet been draggin' 'cross the ground When the lights on all the Christmas trees went out But I been burnin' my bell, book and candle And the restoration plays have all gone 'round Sometimes I wanna wrap my coat around you Sometimes I wanna but I can't