It doesn’t matter what they say
In the jealous games people play
Our lips are sealed
Give no mind to what they say
It doesn’t matter anyway
Our lips are sealed
Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean.
While they wile away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till they’re covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
Do what they say
Say what they mean
One thing leads to another
You told me something wrong
I know I listen too long
But then one thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
Someone’s taking over
And it look like they’re aiming
Right at you and me and everybody
Everybody
Someone said we’ll be dead by morning
Someone cries leaving
Red eyes at night
Red eyes at night
Wo oh oh
Love is like a dying ember;
Only memories remain.
And thru the ages I’ll remember
Blue eyes cryin’ in the rain.
I bet you’re fat and married and you’re always home in bed by half-past eight,
And if I talked about the old times you’d get bored and you’d have nothing more to say.
Yes, people often change, but memories of people can remain.
I’ll be down to get you in a taxi honey
You’d better be ready around half past eight
Hold me, love me
Hold me, love me
I ain’t got nothing but love, babe
Eight days a week
After eight,
A rendezvous with Kate
She works late,
I’ve had a hard day watching color TV
The present rules could use revision
Make the obvious decision
Put it all on television
Let’s bring back the chair
Smack a little make-up to ‘em
And as the juices sizzle through ‘em
Howard Cosell can interview ‘em
Let’s bring back the chair
Oh, bring back the chair
Strap someone there
Strap down a pair
Bring back the chair
Oh, bring back the chair
Zap someone there
Medium rare
Bring back the chair
Guilty as charged
But damn it, it ain’t right
There’s someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can’t be happening to me
Who made you God to say, “I’ll take your life from you!”
Flash before my eyes, now it’s time to die
Burning in my brain, I can feel the flame
Mama, just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he’s dead
Mama, life had just begun
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away
But I shot a man in Reno
Just to watch him die
When I hear that whistle blowin’
I hang my head and cry.
It’s easy to see you don’t need a palace
To feel like Alice in Wonderland
Back in Ohio where I come from
I’ve done a lot of dreamin’ and I’ve travelled some
But I never thought I’d see the day
When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe
(Wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe)
I would lean across my window sill
Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
We’re finally on our own
This summer I hear the drumming,
Four Dead in OHIO
There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
Yes, and how many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky?
Yes, and how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry?
Yes, and how many deaths will it take 'til he knows
That too many people have died?
The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind
The answer is blowin’ in the wind.
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free,
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me.
You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above,
And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love,
And it makes me feel so sorry.
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats,
Blowing through the letters that we wrote.
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves,
We’re idiots, babe.
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves.
Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
blowing through the jasmine in my mind
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear