 I aim at the first one who’ll dare to
stand still
Oh Lord, you’re tension is making me
ill
You’ve got no friends in your home,
you’ll got no family stone
You can’t go: Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everyone, in every town, on every
boat, on every trip, the multi-
talanted strip,
Will gather ‘round you with coke and
pain
The trees, ain’t no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Don’t know why I can’t locate this
feeling, that I would rather be with
you
It makes no sense, your crying out
loud, that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions
that I would rather be with you
Don’t let them closer to this secret...
that I may love you
Take ‘em outa west, take ‘em outa
height, take ‘em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered
nine
The colored TV once shined on
desolation one five
They’ve got it! Yeah Yeah Yeah
Bust ‘em in the light, bust ‘em in the
light, BUST ‘EM IN THE DAYLIGHT
They ain’t worthy being named as
thieves
One of those shorties said hi up to
the abbot who died
The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Don’t know why I…
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns
like “I would rather heal your
wounds”
now hear the dark gun punching out,
that I may love you
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