My analyst told me that I was right out of my head
The way he described it, he said I’d be better dead than alive
Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I’d go berserk?
Well, you left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see I’ve gone completely out of my mind
And, they’re coming to take me away, ha, ha
They’re coming to take me away, ho, ho, hee, hee, ha, ha
To the funny farm where life is beautiful all the time
And I’ll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats
And they’re coming to take me away, ha, ha
The night Santa went crazy
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he’d been gettin’ the raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
I said, “Has it occurred to you, you nerd
That that’s not very nice
We Jews believe it was Santa Claus that killed Jesus Christ”
“You know, you don’t look Jewish,” he said
“Near as I could figger
I had you stamped for a slightly anemic
Well-dressed country Nigga.”
There is a yellow one that won’t accept the black one
That won’t accept the red one that won’t accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo
I am everyday people
Jesus loves the little children, all the little children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world
Wake up everybody no more sleepin’ in bed
No more backward thinkin’ time for thinkin’ ahead
The world has changed so very much
From what it used to be
There is so much hatred war an’ poverty
Wake up all the teachers time to teach a new way
Maybe then they’ll listen to whatcha have to say
'Cause they’re the ones who’s coming up and the world is in their hands
When you teach the children teach em the very best you can
The world won’t get no better if we just let it be
The world won’t get no better we gotta change it yeah, just you and me
Teach your children well,
Their father’s hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The ones they pick, the one you’ll go by.
Well life is God’s gift, but the years have weight And I’m logy,
a little sluggish
My back’s bothering me again and my bones are rigid
I feel like I’ve lived too many years,
But then again not long enough
I could offer the boy some kind of words of wisdom,
Cliches about life being tough
Tell him all about unrealized expectations,
Pass on a couple of tips,
But I’ve learned after all this time
You can’t teach these young dogs new tricks
Throw the Yule log on, Uncle John
Throw the Yule log on, Uncle John
Throw the Yule log on
Throw the Yule log on
Throw the Yule log
On Uncle John
That no-good, good-for-nothing Uncle John
Sister Suzie, Brother John,
Martin Luther, Phil and Don,
Brother Michael, Auntie Gin,
Open the door and let 'em in.
I hear you knocking
But you can’t come in
I hear you knocking
Go back where you been
There’s someone outside, they’re trying to get in
Mirror denies it, I couldn’t wake up this morn
Who can it be knocking at my door?
Make no sound, tip-toe across the floor
If he hears, he’ll knock all day
I’ll be trapped, and here I’ll have to stay
I got no means to show identification
I got no papers show you what I am
You’ll have to take me just the way that you find me
What’s gone is gone and I do not give a damn
I don’t need your opinion
I’m not waiting for your okay
I’ll never be perfect, but at least now I’m brave
Now, my heart is open
And I can finally breathe
Don’t be mad, it’s just the brand new kind of free
That ain’t bad, I found a brand new kind of me
Don’t be mad, it’s just a brand new time for me
I don’t want to be myself
Well, baby, I just want to run, oh
You gotta breathe, you bastard, breathe
Whoa yeah, breathe, you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun
There’s only one thing that I know how to do well
And I’ve often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well
And that’s be you,
Be what you’re like,
Be like yourself,
And so I’m having a wonderful time
But I’d rather be whistling in the dark
Sometimes I’ve been to crying
For unborn children
That might have made me complete
But I, I took the sweet life
I never knew
I’d be bitter from the sweet
I’ve spent my life exploring
The subtle whoring
That costs too much to be free
Hey lady, I’ve been to paradise
But I’ve never been to meeeeeee
I’ve been to paradise
(Never been to me)…
Well this is such
A sad affair
I’ve opened up my heart
So many times
But now it’s closed
Oh my dear
Every salted tear
It wrings
Bitter - sweet applause