It's gonna take alot to drag me away from you

I open up my heart, you can love me or not
There’s no such thing as sin, let it all come right in
I wanna make some mistakes, I wanna sleep in the mud
I wanna swim in the flood, I wanna fuck 'til I’m done
I like whiskey on ice, I like sun in my eyes
I wanna burn it all down, so let’s start a fire
I wanna be lost, so lost that I’m found
Naked and laughing with my blood on the ground

Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover’s eyes,
And I can only stand apart and sympathize.
For we are always what our situations hand us…
It’s either sadness or euphoria.

And so I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream from the top of my lungs
What’s going on?

Open your eyes
Look straight into the sunrise
It’s waiting only for you
To hear its song

Hello young lovers who ever you are
I hope your troubles are few
All my good wishes go with you tonight
I’ve been in love like you

Where is my Blackfoot blossom?
Is she playing possum?
To live another day

If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on, believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me
God only knows what I’d be without you

I’m gonna leave these blues behind,
For some other fool to find.
He won’t care
And I won’t mind

Hide me babe, hide me

I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp,
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship.

And she loved me more than you could imagine,
So I waited til she slept and I stepped into traffic.

Gloom, Despair and Agony on me
Deep-Heart Depression, Excessive Misery
If it weren’t for Bad Luck, I’d have No Luck at all

Gatopescazo is on hard times.

Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun


If you can, hold on
If you can, hold on
Hold on

I want to shine on in the heart of man
I want a meaning from the back of my broken hand
Another head aches, another heart breaks
I’m so much older than I can take
And my affection, well it comes and goes
I need direction to perfection no no no no
Help me out

But when the lights go up
I don’t think I told you
I don’t think I told you
That I feel out of place

So pull me underground
Don’t know if you notice
Sometimes I close my eyes
And dream of somewhere else

I used to be …

There’s a place in the world for the angry young man
With his working class ties and his radical plans
He refuses to bend, he refuses to crawl
He’s always at home with his back to the wall

I don’t know about now. Not so angry and not young.

Actually, later in the same song …

I believe I’ve passed the age of consciousness and righteous rage
I found that just surviving was a noble fight
I once believed in causes too
I had my pointless point of view
And life went on no matter who was wrong or right

And also

But his honor is pure and his courage as well
And he’s fair and he’s true and he’s boring as hell
And he’ll go to the grave as an angry old man

Sister bluebird,
Flying high above…

What you don’t know, I have never heard.