God forgive them - they don’t know what they’re doing
Who is my mother? Where is my mother?
My God My God why have you forgotten me?
I’m thirsty
It is finished
Father into your hands I commend my spirit
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on
O Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I saw some flowers growing up
where that lamb fell down;
was I supposed to praise my Lord,
make some kind of joyful sound?
He said, “Listen, listen to me now,
I go round and round
and you, you are my only child.”
Mama told me when I was young
Come sit beside me, my only son
And listen closely to what I say
And if you do this
It will help you some sunny day
I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied;
That leaves only me to blame 'cause Mama tried.
I can’t see you mama
But I can hardly wait
Ooh to touch and to feel you mama
Oh I just can’t keep away
In the heat and the steam of the city
Oh its got me running and I just can’t brake
So say you’ll help me mama
Cos its getting so hard, oh-oh
Can’t see the lights or the blue orange signs
Can’t see the road or the long white lines
Feeling the ground through the pedals on the floor
Feeling death pounding at the door
Windows all open, there’s chaos in my hair
Driving me round and leaving me there
Cover my eyes and we’ll die driving blind
Cover my trail and we’ll leave this life behind
I was driving in England
Down the Santa Ana freeway
Somebody’s screaming out
You’re going down the wrong way!
While riding in my Cadillac, what to my surprise
A little Nash Rambler was following me, about one-third my size
The guy must have wanted it to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn (Beep! Beep!)
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn
If you’re on a highway and Road Runner goes beep beep.
Just step aside or you might end up in a heap.
Road Runner, Road Runner runs down the road all day.
Even the coyote can’t make him change his ways.
Road Runner, the coyote’s after you.
Road Runner, if he catches you you’re through.
Road Runner, the coyote’s after you.
Road Runner, if he catches you you’re through.
I just passed a ‘Jimmy’ and a ‘White’:
I’ve been passin’ everything in sight.
Six days on the road and I’m gonna make it home tonight.
And I’m comin’ off this
Long and winding road
I’m on my way
I’m on my way
Home sweet home
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I’ve seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door
He came in on a Sunday, every muscle aching
Walking in slow motion like he’d just been hit
Did they have a future? Would he know his children?
Could he make a picture and get them all to fit?
I dreamed it last night
That my true love came in
So softly she entered
Her feet made no din
She came close beside me
And this she did say
It will not be long love
Till our wedding day.
Well O.K., it’s time we moved in together
And raised a family of our own, you and me -
Well, that’s the way I’ve always heard it should be,
You want to marry me, we’ll marry,
We’ll marry.
Let’s get married
I love you and I want to stay with you
Let’s get married
Have kids and grow old and grey with you
Let’s get married
Hold hands, walk in the park
You can get a cat as long as it barks
I’ve been walking Central Park
Singing after dark, people think I’m crazy
I’ve been stumbling on my feet
Shuffling through the street
People ask me: “What’s the matter with you boy?”
Sometimes I want to say to myself, sometimes I say:
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh
Every evening after dark
We goose the statues in the park;
If Sherman’s horse can stand it, so can you.
Well it’s a nickel for the fiddler. It’s a nickel for his tune.
It’s a nickel for the tambourine kind of afternoon.
And it’s a high holiday on the 21st of June.
And it’s country music in the park and everybody’s ruined.