Oh, my friends, my friends, forgive me
That I live, and you are gone
There’s a grief that can’t be spoken
There’s a pain goes on and on
Phantom faces at the window
Phantom shadows on the floor
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friends will meet no more
Your homes are all-electric and your dreams are built to last
I walk the streets at night and see your image in each pane of glass
Passing by your houses, through your windows I can watch you all
The TV in the corner and the green and Chinese ladies on your wall
Build a better home in the phantom zone
I could be a novelist, tell secrets never heard
Pour my soul into each and every sentence
But I just can’t find the words
Still I know that you’re out there
And you can relate to it all
And I can hear the cold and stormy winter
If I just get through this fall
I could be so golden
Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a criminal
And lead a life of crime for you.
I could be so golden
Shine in the dead of night for you
I could be a soldier
And I could go to war for you
I’ve spent my life behind these steel bars
I’ve paid my debt in time
But being brought to justice - ha!
That was my only crime
I don’t regret a single action
I’d do the same again
These prison walls secure me
And I’m numb to pain
Now if I had wings like an angel
Over these prison walls I would fly
And I’d fly to the arms of my poor darlin’
And there I’d be willin’ to die
There’s a lot of strange men in cell block ten
But the strangest of em’ all
Was a friend of mine who spent his time
Starin’ at the wall
Starin’ at the wall
As he looked at the wall so strong and tall
You heard him softly curse
“Nobody at all ever climbed that wall
But I’m gonna be the first
I’m gonna be the first”
The man at the back has a question
His tongue’s involved with solutions
But the monkey on my back
Won’t stop laughing
Over the wall
Hand in hand
Over the wall
Watch us fall
Let’s take a walk together near the ocean shore
Hand in hand you and I
Let’s cherish every moment we have been given
The time is passing by
I often pray before I lay down
By your side
If you receive your calling before I awake
Could I make it through the night
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don’t say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It’s just the beasts under your bed,
In your closet, in your head
I’ll never be your beast of burden
I’ve walked for miles, my feet are hurting
All I want is you to make love to me
But I would walk five hundred miles
And I would walk five hundred more
Just to be the man who walked a thousand
Miles to fall down at your door
All the old paintings on the tombs,
They do the sand dance,
Don’t you know?
If they move too quick
They’re falling down like a domino.
All the bazaar men by the Nile,
They got the money on a bet.
Gold crocodiles they snap their teeth
On your cigarette.
Foreign types with their hookah pipes say
Walk like an Egyptian.
Your loving gives me a thrill
But your loving don’t pay my bills
Now give me money
That’s what I want
That’s what I want
That’s what I want
In ancient Rome
There was a poem
About a dog
Who found two bones
He picked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
He dropped dead
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
Well he’s not very handsome to look at
Oh he’s shaggy and he eats like a hog
And he’s always killin’ my chickens
That dirty old egg-suckin’ dog
Egg-suckin’ dog
I’m gonna stomp your head in the ground
If you don’t stay out of my hen house
You dirty old egg-suckin’ hound
Now, I’ve got a guy and his name is Dooley
He’s my guy and I love him truly
He’s not good lookin’, heaven knows
But I’m wild about his crazy clothes
He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces
A polka dot vest and man, oh man
He wears tan shoes with pink shoelaces
And a big Panama with a purple hat band
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
And when I die and when I’m gone
There’ll be one child born
In this world, carry on, to carry on
Blood, Sweat & Tears
The fortunes of fables are able to sing the song
Now witness the quickness with which we get along
To sing the blues you’ve got to live the dues and carry on