The hills are alive with the sound of music.
Oh, she walks these hills in a long black veil
She visits my grave when the night winds wail
Nobody knows, nobody sees, nobody knows but me
We get some rules to follow
That and this, these and those
No one knows
We get these pills to swallow
How they stick in your throat
Taste like gold
Oh what you do to me
No one knows
I realize you’re mine
Indeed a fool am I
I take a couple uppers
I down a couple downers
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
I been to mushroom mountain
Once or twice but who’s countin’
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple pills
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That wheeze and other injuries.
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Pleasant tasting green and purple pills.
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It sooths all your aches and pains.
A choirboy is buried on the moors
Where we used to go dreaming when we were bored
Some kids are best left to fend for themselves
And others were born to stack shelves
And I may just waste away from doing nothing
But you’re a martyr for even less
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Dead on your feet you won’t get far
If you keep on stickin’ your hand in a medicine jar.
As I was goin’ over the Cork and Kerry mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin’
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she’d love me, no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman yeah for you know she tricked me easy
Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There’s whiskey in the jar-o
Show me the way to the next whiskey bar
Oh don’t ask why, Oh don’t ask why
For if we don’t find the next whiskey bar,
I tell you we must die, I tell you we must die
I tell you, I tell you, I tell you we must die
Oh moon of Alabama, we must say goodbye,
We’ve lost our good ole mama
And must have whiskey, oh you know why
All the waiters in your grand cafe
Leave their tables when you blink
Oh, every dog must have his everyday
Every drunk must have his drink
Don’t wait for answers
Just take your chances
Don’t ask me why
All your life you’ve had to stand in line
Still you’re standing on your feet
Oh, all your choices make you change your mind
Now your calendar’s complete
Don’t wait for answers
Just take your chances
Don’t ask me why
Umm, you can say the human heart is only make-believe
But I am only fighting fire with fire
You are still the victim of the accidents you leave
As sure as I’m a victim of desire
All the servants in your new hotel
Throw their roses at your feet
Oh, fool them all but baby I can tell
You’re no stranger to the street
Don’t ask for favors
Don’t talk to strangers
Don’t ask me why
Yesterday you were an only child
Now your ghosts have gone away
Oh, you can kill them in the classic style
Now you parlez-vous francais
Don’t look for answers
You took your chances
Don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
You got a nice white dress and a party on your confirmation
You got a brand new soul
And a cross of gold
But Virginia they didn’t give you quite enough information
You didn’t count on me
When you were counting on your rosary
They say there’s a heaven for those who will wait
Some say it’s better but I say it ain’t
I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
Sinners are much more fun…
You know that only the good die young
May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.
You’re just an antenna, you’re just a gauge
You disturb my slumber, round up the numbers
And put them inside your velvety cage
Lightly babe, oh the fine lights cannot find you
She say, “Make my day, and the sunlight will not blind you”
Lightly babe, oh the fine lights cannot find you
I may never pray to the fortune that’s behind you
Pray and violate
Abuse your trust
False gods must purge their lust
A family that lies
To seal your fate
To take the weight of their self-hate
Free love, Free love
Bring love to all my sisters
Breathe out, Blind House
You don’t need to know their secrets
(believe me…)
Why don’t we do it in the road?
Wake up late
Day is still dawning
Get out on the road
Meet up with a man
His face well worn in
He’s carrying a load
On the way to paradise
Summer rain falls
Head for some shelter
Close to a wall
See the lady dressed in chance
You try to help her
She heeds your call
On the way to paradise
Find a hidden door
That leads to a garden
And venture through
Sunshine’s bright
A witness to pardon
The world that you knew
On the way to paradise
Ornamental
Or warm and gentle
On the way to paradise
Ornamental
Or warm and gentle
On the way to paradise
As you will some day
Highways and dancehalls
A good song takes you far
Your write about the moon
And you dream about the stars
Blues in old motel rooms
Girls in daddy’s car
You sing about the nights
And you laugh about the scars
Coffee in the morning cocaine afternoons
You talk about the weather
And you grin about the rooms
Phone calls long distance
To tell how you’ve been
Forget about the losses, you exaggerate the wins
And when you stop to let 'em know
You’ve got it down
It’s just another town along the road
Oh, that motorway living,
Ain’t it a thrill to be so free, yeah?
Riding down the motorway,
Got to charge up my batteries,
Rest my seat, rest my eyes,
So tired, tired of livin’, tired of livin’ this motorway living
Then the lights begin to flicker and the sound is getting dim
The voice begins to falter and the crowds are getting thin
But he never seems to notice he’s just got to find
Another place to play,
Disembodied a luminous hand
Holding the air, passing the current
A voice is channeled, a rope is uncoiled
Flicker the light
And someone is here
We go following sorrow to feel your
Blood spilling out of the reeds there
Give me a sign I can breathe air
Blood flowing out of the stream there