Late at night, somewhat tight
Guardian angels put to flight
Freddie’s doused the neon light
That promised while it shone
Time to go, time to blow
They don’t push me 'cause they know
I am still in my long ago
When Annie took me home
Everybody’s misused him; ripped him off and abused him.
Another junkie playin’; pushin’ dope for the man.
A terrible blow, but that’s how it go…
Freddie’s on the corner now… if you wanna be a junkie, wow…
Remember, Freddie’s dead…
Thirty-six hours
Rolling in pain
Praying to someone
Free me again
Oh I’ll be a good boy
Please make me well
I promise you anything
Get me out of this hell
Cold turkey has got me on the run
Oh, oh, oh, oh
If you want to hang out, you’ve gotta take her out, cocaine
If you want to get down, get down on the ground, cocaine
Driving that train, high on cocaine,
Trouble ahead, trouble behind,
And you know that notion just crossed my mind.
Trouble with you is the trouble with me,
Got two good eyes but you still don’t see.
Come round the bend, you know it’s the end,
The fireman screams and the engine just gleams
Have you ever met this funny reefer man, reefer man
oh baby, baby, baby, reefer man, reefer man
If he trades you dimes for nickles
and calls watermelons pickles
then you know your talkin’ to that reefer man
Who can take tomorrow
Dip it in a deam
Seperate the sorrow
And collect up all the cream?
The candyman
The candyman can
The candyman can cause he mixes it with love
And makes the world taste good
And the world tastes good
Cause the candyman thinks it should
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
Timothy Leary’s dead.
No, no, no, no, He’s outside looking in.
He’ll fly his astral plane,
Takes you trips around the bay,
Brings you back the same day,
Timothy Leary. Timothy Leary.
Mamma’s gonna worry
I’ve been a bad, bad boy
No use sayin’ sorry
It’s something that I enjoy
If you could be inside my head
You’d see that black and white is read
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Flying high again
Come on and join me
I’ve been a bad, bad girl
I’ve been careless with a delicate man
There’s a girl in Tennessee
Who’s sorry she met up with me
I can’t go back to Tennessee,
I’m a bad, bad man!
So I’ll go back to my tent,
And someday when you’re old and bent,
Think of those you might have spent
With a bad, bad man!
Dang me, dang me
They oughta take a rope and hang me
High from the highest tree
Woman, would you weep for me?
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head and cry
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Poor boy, you’re bound to die
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh
Some say it’s just a part of it
We’ve got to fulfill the Book
Won’t you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs
You snakes, you viper’s brood
You cannot escape being Devil’s food!
I send you prophets, and I send you preachers
Sages in rages and ages of teachers
Nothing can mar your mood
A second flood, a simple famine,
Plagues of locusts everywhere,
Or a cataclysmic earthquake,
I’d accept with some despair.
But no, You sent us Congress!
Good God, Sir, was that fair?
Do you hear the sirens?
Do you see them burst?
Do you feel the fire?
All the world’s a radioactive grave!
I can hear them crying
I can see the fear
I can see them dying
Washed away by deadly gamma waves!
Do you hear them calling?
Do you see them hurt?
Do you feel them falling?
All the world’s a blazing funeral pyre!
I can hear the wailing!
I can see the wrath!
I can see them failing
Washed away by a scorching sea of fire!
Do you hear the people sing?
Singing the songs of angry men?
It is the music of the people
Who will not be slaves again!
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes!
Every star was shining brightly
Just like a million years before.
And we were feeling very small
Underneath the universe.
And you know that I’m gonna be the one
Who’ll be there when you need
Someone to depend upon
When tomorrow comes…
But I’ve been walking through the night, and the day
Till my eyes get weary and my head turns grey
And sometimes it seems maybe God’s gone away
Forgetting his promise that we’ve heard him say
And we’re lost out here in the stars.