Imagine a time when it all began
In the dying days of a war, a weapon that would settle the score
Whoever found it first would be sure to do their worst
They always had before
And when the figure leads to power
The destruction glorified higher
And when the war is nearly over
How come the leader’s held in highest honors?
War is over, if you want it
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing.
Say it again, y’all.
Say, Say, Say What You Want,
But Don’t Play Games With My Affection.
Take, Take, Take What You Need,
But Don’t Leave Me With No Direction.
I’d say get it while you can, yeah,
Honey, get it while you can, yeah,
Honey, grab it while you can,
Don’t you turn your back on love, no, no, no.
You can’t get what you want
Till you know what you want
I don’t care
What’s new
Don’t want to know
About anything
'Cause all I want
Is you
I see Hollywood Boulevard, welfare hotel
I spent the night in jail near the Wilcox hotel
I don’t care about you, fuck you!
I don’t care about you!
She wakes up, she makes up
She takes her time and doesn’t feel she has to hurry
She no longer needs you
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
With his parcel tucked tight under his arm
He’s sure he’s passed half way
And he’d said, don’t be late
Just don’t be late
Please don’t be long please don’t you be very long
Please don’t be long for I may be asleep
Please don’t you call me at home
Please don’t come knocking at night
Please never ring on the phone
Your manners are never quite right
Some people stay far away from the door
If there’s a chance of it opening up
They hear a voice in the hall outside
And hope that it just passes by
House of four doors
I could live there forever
House of four doors
Would it be there forever?
I wanna live in your house
I wanna live in your house
Coffee stories, the lying truth
Electric lights don’t help my youth
All I owned is on my face
Urbane mirror anger myth
Is this where you live?
It’s a still-life watercolor
Of a now late afternoon
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room
And we sit and drink our coffee
That picture hangin’ on the wall was painted by a friend
He gave it to me all down and out when he owed me ten
Now it doesn’t look like much I guess, but it’s all that’s left of him
And it sure is nice from right over here when the light’s a little dim