I love, I love, I'm ready to love, yes I love, I love, I'm ready to love, yeah I love, I love, I'm ready to, ready to, ready to love I love, I love, I
Why don't you come over? It's lonely at the wooden lodge Why don't you come and see our baby? You haven't seen her for so long Come on baby, shift that
I'm so sleepy, yeah I'm so sleepy, yeah I could lay my head on a piece of lead And imagine it was a springy bed 'Cause I'm sleepy, sleepy Soon I'm gonna
I've been pushed around Made to look a clown But now, now I know It is time for me to start to grow I'm gonna be king I'm gonna see things right I'm
You left me wearing nothing but a shell You left me wearing nothing but a shell This feeling you've left me Is the image of hell I thought that you
See the funny little people running 'round in circles Throwing bombs as they do See the funny side of it They're heading straight for you See the funny
There's a yellow flower by your bed Sadly droopin' its perfumed head So you won't smell it, I know what you'll miss An' there's a hummingbird, a hummingbird
I've been demoralized too many times But now I realize, ah ah, no more I'm gonna get me a gun I'm gonna get me a gun And all those people who put me
Baby, I've never had a single thing in my life That I could call my own There you were, holding a love so true Now I've got a home, now I've got a home
Well, first I have to tell you that I'm not insane And that once I was a famous archaeologist named Who ran a recent expedition in a distant land I just
There is a wind, my Billy, and it's awful strong Come for you and anyone who's helped you along But I want to live, live, live and let the stars shine
Getting hung up all day on smiles Walking down portobello road for miles Greeting strangers in Indian boots Yellow ties and old brown suits Growing old
I was cold and so alone, so I couldn't help but moan When the life that I had known started crumbling Then this crazy world that I live in, started giving
The view from the top can be oh so very lonely And you can be missing such a lot that could be yours Why can't I stop forgetting myself? Why am I always
He sleeps alone in the damp And rests his head upon a door The only bed he knows is the floor The tramp Turned up collar and worn out shoes He doesn'
I know I think a lot But somehow it just doesn't help It only makes it worse The more I think The more I know The more it hurts With only solitude To
Well, I ain't got nothing but it don't worry me I came to this life like a free-walking tree No need to be tied, no need to be They call me Jzero Well
They brang us up with horns and Hollywooden songs Dead snakes and poisoned wisdoms between our teeth The evil that's been done still is carrying on And