She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black
She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall She's nobody's child, the Law can't touch her at all
You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees You will start out standing, proud to steal her anything she sees But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole, down upon your knees
So bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes Ah, bow down to her on Sunday, salute her when her birthday comes For Halloween buy her trumpets and for Christmas, give her big drums
She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back She's got everything she needs, she's an artist, she don't look back She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black
All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey I've been for a walk on a Winter's day I'd be safe and warm if I was in L.A. California dreamin' on such a Winter's day
Stopped into a church I passed along the way Got down on my knees and I pretend to pray You know, the preacher liked the cold - he knows I'm gonna stay California dreamin' on such a Winter's day
All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey I've been for a walk on a Winter's day If I didn't tell her, I could leave today California dreamin' on such a Winter's day California dreamin' on such a Winter's day California dreamin' on such a Winter's day
She had a bad childhood when she was very young So don't judge her too badly She had a schizophrenic mother who worked in the gutter And would have sold herself to the devil, gladly
What a sad environment A bug ridden tenement And when they couldn't pay the rent It was 'cause her father was out Getting liquored Oh, the stone's been cast And blood's thicker than water
And the sins of the family fall on the daughter Yeah the sins of the family fall on the daughter
At the age of 16 she had been around more Than any girl over 30 And the high I.Q's who condemned her Knew she's a product of poor heredity
It's a fictitious fact when you fall on your back You can backtrack failure with inspection, without exemption
All the sins of the family fall on the daughter Yeah the sins of the family fall on the daughter
Oh, the devil is open to all of us Heaven selects a precious few And it takes some inside pull to get Gabriel To make an angel of you
One can't live a lie then expect to die With a soul in paradise You know you gotta pay the price Like you oughtta Blood's thicker than water
And the sins of the family fall on the daughter Yeah the sins of the family fall on the daughter
You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last. But whatever you wish to keep, you better grab it fast. Yonder stands your orphan with his gun, Crying like a fire in the sun. Look out the saints are comin' through And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers, better use your sense. Take what you have gathered from coincidence. The empty-handed painter from your street Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets. This sky, too, is folding under you And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Ah, leave your stepping stones behind, someone calls for you. Forget the dead you've left, they can not follow you. The vagabond who's rapping at your door Is standing in the clothes that you once wore So strike another match, we'll start anew.
Old granddaddy and me Would sail on the Sloop John B Around Nassau town we did roam Got into a fight We were drinkin' all night Ya, now I feel so brake up I want to go home
C'mon now we'll run up the John B's sail We gonna see how the mainsail sets We gotta send for the Captain ashore Oh let me go home, I wanna go home, yeah, let me go home Don't ya know I feel so brake up I just wanna go home
Now the first mate he got drunk And broke up the people's trunk The constable had to come and take him away Ah, Sheriff John Stone Can't you leave him alone Oh now I feel so brake up, I just wanna go home
C'mon lets all sing it now Ya, run up the John B's sail We gonna see how the mainsail sets We gotta send for the Captain ashore Oh let me go home, I wanna go home, And let me go home Ya now, I feel so brake up I just wanna go home
And then the poor cook he, he took the fits (yeah) He ate up all my grits And then the first mate he got drunk And drank up all of my corn (how he get in here again, I don't know) Sheriff John Stone Why don't ya leave him alone C'mon now, I feel so brake up, I just wanna go home
Run up it up now, yeah.... We'll run up the John B's sail We gonna see how the mainsail sets We gotta send for the Captain ashore Let me go home, Ah, I wanna go home, Ya let me go home Don't ya know, I feel so brake up I just wanna go home
Run up it up again, yeah.... Ah, run up the John B's sail [Starts Fading] And see how the mainsail sets We gotta see...
The eastern world it is exploding Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill but not for votin' You don't believe in war but whats that gun you're totin'? And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'
But you tell me Over and over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction
Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today? If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave Take a look around you boy, it's bound to scare you boy
And you tell me Over and over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction
Yeah my blood's so mad feels like coagulating I'm sitting here just contemplatin' I can't twist the truth it knows no regulation Handful of senators don't pass legislation And marches alone can't bring integration When human respect is disintegratin' This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'
And you tell me Over and over and over again my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction
Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for four days in space But when you return it's the same old place The pounding of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead but don't leave a trace Hate your next door neighbor but don't forget to say grace
And tell me Over and over and over and over again my friend You don't believe We're on the eve of destruction Mmm, no, no, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction
