You hold the gun
And I hold the wound
And we stand looking in each other’s eyes
Both think we know what’s right
Both know we know what’s wrong
We tell ourselves so many, many, many lies
We’re not pawns in any game
Not tools of bigger men
There’s only one who can really move us all
It all looks fine to the naked eye
But it don’t really happen that way at all
It’s clouds’ illusions I recall
I really don’t know clouds at all.
Oh, the rain comes a pitter, patter
And I’d like to be safe in bed
Skies are weeping, while the world is sleeping
Trouble heaping on our head
It is vain to remain and chatter
And to wait for a clearer sky
Helter skelter, I must fly for shelter
Till the clouds roll by
Rainy day, rain all day
Ain’t no use in getting uptight
Just let it groove its own way
Let it drain your worries away, yeah
Lay back and groove on a rainy day hey
Lay back and dream on a rainy day
Lay back and groove on a rainy day
Lay back, oh yeah!
You and me and rain on the roof
Caught up in a summer shower
Dryin’ while it soaks the flowers
Maybe we’ll be caught for hours
Waitin’ out the sun
If you’re going to San Francisco …
Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair…
Poor Jud is dead; a candle lights his head
He’s laying in a coffin made of wood (Wood)
And folks are feeling sad
Cuz they used to treat him bad
And now they know their friend is gone for good (Good)
Poor Jud is dead, a candle lights his head
He’s looking oh so pretty and so nice
He looks like he’s asleep; it’s a shame that he won’t keep
But it’s summer and we’re running out of ice
Little sisters of the sun lit
Candles in the rain
Fed the world on oats and raisins
Candles in the rain
Lit the fire to the soul
Who never knew his friends
Meher Baba lives again
Candles in the rain
To be there is to remember
MacArthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left my cake out in the rain
I don’t think that I can take it
'Cause it took too long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again, oh no
The sky is cryin’
Can’t you see the tears roll down the street
The sky is cryin’
Can’t you see the tears roll down the street
I’ve been looking for my baby
And I wonder where can she be
Sometimes
I feel the ocean in my blood
See rain from the sky above
Her salt brined tears
And now
Those tears leave taste on my tongue
Like the warm rush you get from
Black opium
She messed around with a bloke named Smoky
She loved him though he was cokey
He took her down to Chinatown
Where he showed her how to kick the gong around
Well, you’re dirty and sweet
Clad in black, don’t look back and I love you
You’re dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well, you’re slim and you’re weak
You’ve got the teeth of the hydra upon you
You’re dirty, sweet and you’re my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Take my hand, Young Nasty Man, and we’ll fly
You’ve got your broadsword, there’s the hydra
Slice his nuts and grab his scrote
You take the high road, I’ll take the low
There’s the crevasse
Fill it with your mighty juice
Sittin’ in the movie show
Thinkin’ nasty thoughts
Better be a gentleman or you’ll turn me off
That’s right, lemme tell it
Nasty, nasty boys, don’t mean a thing
Oh, you nasty boys
Nasty, nasty boys, don’t ever change, huh
Oh, you nasty boys
Bad boys
Whatcha want, whatcha want?
Whatcha gonna do
When Sheriff John Brown come for you?
Tell me, whatcha wanna do? Whatcha gonna do?
Yeah
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Bad boys, bad boys
Whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?
Bad girls
Talking 'bout the sad girls
Sad girls
Talking 'bout bad girls, yeah
Sometimes, sometimes
Sometimes bad is bad
Aah, dit, dit, dit, dit, dit
Doo wop, wop
I say cool is a rule, but
Sometimes, bad is bad
But sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and cry
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you til the fear in me subsides
Well this is such
A sad affair
I’ve opened up my heart
So many times
But now it’s closed
Oh my dear
Every salted tear
It wrings
Bittersweet applause
And now, as you turn to leave
You try to force a smile
As if to compensate
Then you break down and cry