I am so tired, my mind is set on you, i am so tired, I think I will get up and have a cigarette
So tired
Tired of waiting
Tired of waiting for you
Wherever you go,
Whatever you do,
I will be right here waiting for you.
Whatever it takes,
Or how my heart breaks,
I will be right here waiting for you.
When you love someone, yeah, really love someone
Now, I know it’s right, from the moment I wake up till deep in the night
There’s nowhere on earth that I’d rather be than holding you tenderly
I’ve been waiting for a girl like you to come into my life
Two less lonely people in the world
And it’s gonna be fine
Out of all the people in the world
I just can’t believe you’re mine
In my life where everything was wrong
Something finally went right
Now there’s two less lonely people
In the world tonight
Two divided by love
Can only be one
And one is a lonely number
Two divided by love
Can only be sad
Can only hurt one another
Love hurts
Love scars
Love wounds and marks
Any heart not tough or strong enough
To take a lot of pain, take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud, it holds a lot of rain
Love hurts
Ooh love hurts
I’ve had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure
Love stinks yeah yeah
What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle you know she isn’t the same
Living on reds and vitamin C and cocaine
All her friends can say is ain’t it a shame
Janie’s got a gun
Her whole world’s come undone
From lookin’ straight at the sun
What did her daddy do?
What did he put you through?
They say when Janie was arrested
They found him underneath a train
But man, he had it comin’
Now that Janie’s got a gun
She ain’t never gonna be the same
I’m eighteen with a bullet,
Got my finger on the trigger, I’m gonna pull it.
I’m a super-soul sure-shot, yeah;
I’m a national breakout.
So let me check your playlist, mama,
Huh, c’mon let’s make out.
Roland searched the continent for the man who’d done him in
He found him in Mombassa in a barroom drinking gin
Roland aimed his Thompson gun - he didn’t say a word
But he blew Van Owen’s body from there to Johannesburg
They parried and thrust, they side-stepped and cussed
Of blood they spilled a great part
The philologist blokes, who seldom crack jokes
Say that hash was first made on the spot
And we crashed through the wall and into the street,
Kicking and a’gouging, in the mud and the blood and the beer…
You with your switchblade posse
I’ll get my guns from the south
We’ll take to the yard like a cock fight
Four kicks, who’s struttin now?
You got the knife, I got the gun,
Come on boy we’re gonna have a little fun.
I’m a crazy man, I’d die for love…
Well, they dragged him from the wreckage of the Palais in bits.
They tried to stick together all the bits that would fit.
But some of him was missing
And “part of him” arrived too late,
So now he works for Jesus
As the bouncer at St. Peter’s Gate.
I see you through the smokey air
Can’t you feel the weight of my stare
You’re so close but still a world away
What I’m dying to say, is that
I’m crazy for you
Oh, crazy,
For thinking that my love could hold you,
I’m crazy for trying,
And crazy for crying,
And I’m crazy for loving you.
Crazy words, crazy tune
All that you’ll ever hear him croon
Vo-doe-de-o, vo-doe-doe-de-o-doe
Vo-doe-doe