But I would not feel so all alone
Everybody must get stoned
I was gonna go to court before I got high
I was gonna pay my child support but then I got high
They took my whole paycheck and I know why
'Cause I got high
Because I got high
Because I got high
She packed my bags last, night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I’m gonna be high-igh-igh as a kite by then
I’m leaving on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again
Love rebounds, heart goes snap
Is she ever coming back?
Let her down, break her fall
Never, ever, felt so small
We’ll have one more night together
'Til the morning brings my train.
And I must go, oh, no, no, no!
Oh, no, no, no!
And I don’t know if I’m ever coming home.
My baby takes the morning train
He works from nine to five and then
He takes another home again
To find me waitin’ for him
He hears the silence howling, catches angels as they fall
And the all-time winner has got him by the balls
Oh he picks up Gideon’s Bible, open at page one
I thank God, he stole the handle
And the train, it won’t stop going
No way to slow down
Whoa! They took Bart Simpson to the graveyard
And they buried him in the sand, Oh, yeah,
And every locomotive that comes rollin’ by
Says there lies a steel-drivin’ man - Lord, Lord, oh, there lies a–
I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of my neck
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
Sometimes I feel like somebody’s watching me!
I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could, always be good
To one who’ll watch over me
Gonna keep my sheep suit on
'Til I’m sure that you’ve been shown
That I can be trusted walking with you alone
She turned, tossed her head and then
She started to make her final exit line
She showed real disdain
As if explaining again she could be his for a price
I met someone at the dog show
She was holding my left arm
But everyone was acting normal
So I tried to look nonchalant
Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don’t discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Who let the dogs out
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof
Who let the dogs out
Woof, woof, woof, woof, woof
How much is that doggy in the window?
The one with the waggity tail
How much is that doggie in the window?
I do hope that doggy’s for sale
One boy
Boy for sale
He’s going cheap (how much then?)
Only seven guineas (how much?)
That – or thereabouts
From the rockin’ of the cradle, to the rollin’ of the hearse
The goin’ up was worth, the comin’ down
He’s a poet, an’ he’s a picker, he’s a prophet, an’ he’s a pusher
He’s a pilgrim and a preacher, and a problem when he’s stoned
He’s a walkin’ contradiction, partly truth and partly fiction
Takin’ ev’ry wrong direction on his lonely way back home
There’s a lot of wrong directions, on that lonely way back home