Blame it on the black star Blame it on the falling sky Blame it on the satellite that beams me home What are we coming to? This is killing me I get home from work and you're still standing in your dressing gown Well what am I to do? I know all the things

Tell Him what you want Jesus is on that mainline Call Him up and tell Him what you want And if you're feeling down and out I know Jesus is on that mainline Well, the line ain't never busy Call Him up, call Him up, call Him up, call Him up Wo, that line

The words you say with your last breath and the emptiness in space I can't tell you what to do This crossroad is your own But I know what we'll become We'll be outlaws on the run Do you think about the end? Do you think about the end? (That slow last

Tell 'em to take out their tongues It's not you it's them that are wrong And doing what they're told You push my faith near being lost But we'll stick to the guns Don't care if it's marketing suicide We won't crack or compromise Your derisory divides

You upsets me baby, yes, you upsets me baby Well, I tried to describe her, it's hard to start Woman, what you do to me Yes, she's 36 in the bust, 28 in the waist 44 in the hip, she got a real crazy leg Yes, I'm telling you people she's something fine

Well, I just don't know the reason, And, I've got to live my own life, Woke up cryin' with the break of dawn, and, I looked up and the sky, The air was still, yet all the leaves were falling, Can you tell me why? I don't know what to say, It just seems a

Whatcha gonna do When your well runs dry When you're feeling blue Whatcha gonna do Whatcha gonna do when your well runs dry Tell me, tell me You never miss your water Till your well runs dry When your well runs dry, I'd like to know

Hello America, hello America Yeah, I'm gonna try Hollywood and San Pedro Bay I'm gonna give my love to you Well I'm takin' me a trip I'm going down to California I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do I'm gonna take you where the lights are bright I'm gonna give

We'll get through it Don't, don't you wish we tried Do you feel what I feel inside And all the loss stronger than pride Oh, no don't Don't let your anger grow Just tell me what you need me to know

The longer it goes well, the shorter your fuse Maybe you'd know if you walked in my shoes Damned if I don't and I'm damned if I do Babe you got a mean streak There in your shadows, save room for me What did I do, tell me what did I say That kicked up the