Put your thoughts in a magic box Press return and set them off Do not expect them to be revised Or to be read like they were in your mind And when double vision comes into your eyes Don't cry They all just want to watch you die
The highest minds are on the bottom line Running across your screen into the divine Sweat drips onto the microphone As the talking heads say you're not alone For every point of view has its place to crawl to Just like you We all want love and nothing new
I wish I could meet my conscience then When it was as clean as the state I'm in And for every moment I've been alive It fills up more with truth and lies The Wings of the West fly high over the horsemen sky And wave goodbye To what we've built since we arrived
Have you seen the target on my back? Painted in red and black Does it matter what you say If you're a thousand miles away, From this place Where freedom rings louder than the hate it brings Do you ever think about these things?
There's a line you can't cross Even if it gets you off Stand broken by the road Where a lonesome river flows And a wall grows Signs that read "Leave your things, And the songs you sing" Do you ever think about these things?
I've seen the pages of God Sweet Jesus and Allah Whatever pages you may read I don't care what you believe We all bleed We all need the little things Do you ever think about these things?
Let's put the Earth first for a change Instead of these trivial sacred names Things so easily rearranged Like where they came from or who they blame I don't think anyone is listening If we continue to do the same Worship something that never came We'll end up drowning in acid rain And wasting time by praying It's just a voice inside your brain They used to say that was insane All we've got is now decaying Let's put the Earth first for a change
So when does the screen become my friend? In the end, I'll send my heaven around the bend For it to never come back again And just as heaven is all pretend So is this thing I call my friend
Back down, dear Preacher, from the children on high It must be where the good go when they die So why do we even try, When forgiveness tastes like wine Why not drink from 9 to 5?
So when does oral become the tradition of love? I've heard it's only for those who like it rough But god says it's too much When even she hates to touch The hands that call every bluff
The birth of a nation sounds like the fire from a gun Bend down, you peasants, and kiss my golden sun If I promise one to everyone Then how would I buy kingdom come? It will be fake for you but my money won
So when do I get to watch my life from the golden shore? Can I skip over my family and just get channel 4? That's when I found heaven in a ***** Some quiet dancer on the hardwood floor Why is it still dark, when will there be more?
Six strings fell from his fingers behind the Café Miel He sang French ballads and smoked by the church bell The gospel choir left and gave him a penny each Each one a blessing towards redemption out of reach The coffee-drinking couple kissed and passed him by Both gave a look but neither looked him in the eye
He slept on rocks and was kept warm by the news He dreamt of silk and of oceans painted blue He begged for life and thought entirely of death He gave his soul to love and music was his breath He searched for purpose until the final day of rest He was buried by the wind that carries his songs to the West
Maybe a few miles down the road We'll find something worth to know A few stories to tell and things to show But for now, we've got to go alone The dust we gather along the way Will be only ours to brush away But when we're finally clean from the busy days We'll find some time and things to say
Maybe down the street, under yellow lights We'll meet and find an urge to fight When the stars and our eyes are bright We'll lose our minds and our sight The hearts we **** up with stress Will be washed by someone else's mess By the common fear of death and success We'll find some time and a place to rest
About an hour on the road And too many left to go There's a few things still on my mind about something so long ago Where by the shadow of the smoke And the feeling of hope There was story too short to be told
A few feet from the highway line The trees are as dead as you and I Put on your sunglass face to cover up those hidden eyes Whenever it flashes back It just makes me laugh To think of how much I cried
Just one more cup of coffee for the road So I can make it back to my home Back to that cabin on the lake swallowed up by the undertow And the shop is closed No one knows Where true love goes before it dies on the road