Cause you belong to the city
You belong to the night
Living in a river of darkness
Beneath the neon light
See the safety of the life you have built
Everything where it belongs
Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
And it’s all right where it belongs
You see, it’s so nice to get away, get away for a day
I see a hollow man, gun in hand, gun in hand, it points my way, oh
You know, he follows me everywhere and everyday, I gotta get away
I won’t miss him if he goes away and stays away, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
He’s just a hunter for the devil
Hollow man
Everybody needs a little time away
I heard her say
From each other
Even lovers need a holiday
Far away
From each other
Let me take you far away
You’d like a holiday
Exchange the cold days for the sun
A good time and fun
Let love shine
And we will find
A way to come together
And make things better
We need a holiday
I get so bored by the day’s end
I’m holding on for the weekend
I don’t know why
I’m burning up inside
Let’s get lost, feel like driving out of my mind
Wheels on fire, see those dust clouds rising up to the sky
This wheel’s on fire
Rolling down the road,
Best notify my next of kin
This wheel shall explode
Ooh, this planet’s on fire
Oh, Satan’s desire
We’ve seen the rise, we’ll see the fall
He’s here to see us all burn in hell
Save yourself a penny for the ferryman
Save yourself and let them suffer
In hope
In love
This world ain’t ready for The Ark
Save yourself a penny for the ferryman
Save yourself and let them suffer
In hope
In love
Mankind works in mysterious ways
Welcome to hell, to my Planet Hell!
I got six bits
Jolly, jolly six bits
I got six bits
To last me all me life.
I got two bits to spend
And two bits to lend
And two bits to send home to my wife (poor wife).
My life’s in jeopardy
Murdered in cold blood is what I’m gonna be
I ain’t been home since Friday night
And now my wife is coming after me
I was there to match my intellect on national TV
Against a plumber, oh and an architect, both with a PhD
I was tense, I was nervous, I guess it just wasn’t my night
Art Fleming gave the answers
Oh, but I couldn’t get the questions right-ight-ight
I lost on Jeopardy, baby, ooh
I lost on Jeopardy, baby, ooh
The Wheel of Fortune
Goes spinning around
Will the arrow point my way?
Will this be my day?
What goes up must come down
Spinnin’ wheel got to go ‘round
Talkin’ ‘bout your troubles it’s a cryin’ sin
Ride a painted pony let the spinnin’ wheel spin
Starry
Starry night
Flaming colors that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds of violet haze reflect in
Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s
Loving hand.
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weather man
To know which way the wind blows
(which is why, as I think about it, we didn’t need the SDS Weathermen. We knew which way “the wind blows” without them)
Because the wolf was howling
Because the moon was on the rise
Because the sun was fading
Because the storm was in her eyes
Never trust a weather girl
She laughs when she kills you
Never kiss a weather girl
Yesterday’s love was like
A warm summer breeze,
But like the weather, you change.
Now things are dreary, baby, and it’s
Windy and cold,
And I stand alone in the rain,
Calling your name.
Oh Stormy,
Oh Stormy,
Bring back that sunny day
Calling to the sky
The thunder drowns my voice within the rain
And I know you’re near me
And I call throughout the storm
I know that you don’t hear me
I call your name
I call your name
I call your name
Can you hear me call your name?