I’m not in love
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love
I’m not in love
Don’t get me wrong
If I’m looking kind of dazzled
I see neon lights
Whenever you walk by
And the people bowed and prayed
To the Neon God they’d made.
God is in my fingers God is in my head
God is in the trigger God is in the lead
God is freedom, God is truth
God is power and God is proof
God is fashion, God is fame
God gives meaning, God gives pain
God is on the cell phone God is on the net
God is in the warning God is in the threat
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 livin’ do me
God only knows what I’d be without you
Dear God, hope you got the letter, and…
I pray you can make it better down here.
I don’t mean a big reduction in the price of beer
but all the people that you made in your image, see
them starving on their feet 'cause they don’t get
enough to eat from God, I can’t believe in you
Spirit in the sky…
And they dance like spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
Oh, you don’t know what they can do to you
Spirits in the night (all night), in the night (all night)
Stand up right now and let them shoot through you
Everyone you meet, they’re jamming in the street, all night long (all night)
Yeah, I said, everyone you meet, they’re jamming in the street (all night)
All night long (all night)
Feel good, feel good (all night)
We’re jammin’
To think that jammin’ was a thing of the past
We’re jammin’
And this time I hope it’s gonna last.
Jam up and jelly tight
My, my, my, my baby, now you’re outta sight
Jam up and jelly tight
You look a little naughty but you’re so polite
Jam up and jelly tight
You won’t say you will but there’s a chance that you might
Chances are, 'cause I wear that silly grin
The moment you come into view;
Chances are you think that I’m in love with you.
If you think I’m sexy and you want my body
C’mon sugar tell me so!
Pour some sugar on me
Ooh, in the name of love
Pour some sugar on me
C’mon, fire me up
Pour your sugar on me
Oh, I can’t get enough
I’m too sexy for my shirt…sexy for my shirt…so sexy it hurts!
No shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Blues, what blues?
Hey I forgot 'em.
The sun and the sand,
And a drink in my hand with no bottom,
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems,
No problems.
Wasted away again in Margaritaville,
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt.
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame,
But I know it’s nobody’s fault.
Wasted days and wasted nights,
I have left for you behind
For you don’t belong to me,
Your heart belongs to someone else.
I can think of younger days,
When living for my life
Was everything a man could want to do.
I could never see tomorrow,
But I was never told about the sorrow.
Each empty snakelike body floats
Silent sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I’d lain entwined
“O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food!”