You look pretty in your fancy dress But I detect unhappiness You never speak, so I have to guess You're not free
Yeah, maybe when you're old enough You'll realize that you're not so tough And some days, the seas get rough You'll see
You're too young to have it figured out You think you know what you're talking about You think it all will work itself out But we'll see
When I was young, I thought I knew You probably think you know, too Do you? Well, do you?
I was naive just like you I thought I knew exactly what I wanted to do Well, what you gonna do? What a fool
And how've you gotten by so far Without a head and no visible scar? No one knowing who you really are They can't see
What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do? (What you gonna do?) What you gonna do now? What you gonna do now?
The only way you'll ever learn a thing Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing Oh, nothing
Think about this carefully You might not get another chance to speak freely Oh, freely
Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough Maybe when you're old enough You're not free Yeah, you're not free
You don`t understand me But if the feeling was right You might comprehend me And why do you feel the need to tease me Why don`t you turn it around It might be easier to please me And there`s always another point of view A better way to do the things we do And how can you know me and I know you If nothing is true What do you think that you are doing Who is the fool, the fool Or the fool that you are fooling Fool that you are fooling And maybe I just don`t see the reason reason But in the court of my heart Your ignorance is treason And there`s always another point of view A better way to do the things we do And how can you know me and I know you If nothing is true You think you know how I feel It`s not that big of a deal There`s no such thing, it`s not real You don`t understand me But if the feeling was right You might comprehend me And I don`t claim to understand you But I`ve been looking around And I haven`t found anybody like you And there`s always another point of view A better way to do the things we do And how can you know me and I know you If nothing is true
I seem to think I think I got a little situation So listen to me, sister, listen, maybe you can help I think I give a lot of problems my consideration But not for me, they always seem to be for someone else
Why all the people always seem to just be on vacation? What do I get from any focus on anything at all? I'm like a trash can holding all the information And every single time I'm in the field to be taught
Salute your solution, now, salute your solution
I find myself just looking well beyond my best intentions Ignoring any kinda prize I might receive at all All others seem to find a road that's tough to satisfaction I find a ridicule that isn't cool for me at all
And if there's one little answer to this complication Someone, somewhere help me settle what is on my mind There's only one I'm only taking, getting and receiving There's only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one
And I got what I got all despite you And I give what I get just to spite you And I got what I got all despite you And I give what I get just to spite you And I got what I got all despite you And I give what I get just to spite you
I find myself just looking worthy of my best intentions Ignoring any kinda prize I might receive at all And all the others seem to find myself a satisfaction I find a ridicule that isn't cool for me at all
But if there's one little answer to this complication Someone, somewhere some help me settle what is on my mind There's only one I'm only taking, getting and receiving There's only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one I'm taking And only one
I'm the invisible man I'm like a broke down engine No skin on my bones at all No skin on my bones at all I got nothing, you can't hit me
Yeah, you're looking at me Like you know what you're talking about Ain't nothing to see Wave your hands in the dark, woman
You're looking at me Like you know what you're talking about Ain't nothing to see, yeah, nothing You can't hit me
I'm like a broke down engine I'm the invisible man, I got No skin on my bones at all
Yeah, you look like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about Like you know what you're talking about
There ain't nothing to see There ain't nothing to see You can't hit me, you can't hit me
I'm the invisible man I'm like a newspaper You can't read me
You think you know what you're talking about What you're talking about Yeah, you're looking at me
There ain't nothing to see Wave your hands in the dark, woman
Yeah, you act like you know, like, like you know Like you know, like you know, like you know, like you know Like you know, like you know Like you know what you're talking about
Like you know what you're talking about Like you know Like you know what you're talking about Like you, like, like you, like Like you know what you're talking about Like you, like you know
I ain't got no horse I ain't got no horizon Just the scars on my eyes I swear I got from crying
Where I was born it don't matter There ain't no going back I have no home to take you I never dream like that
Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell
I don't want you to like me There's no way that you can I don't want you to touch me, honey I am just so mad
There ain't no kind of feeling All my ... are ... out (?) I'm just living and breathing For what I steal for (from?) myself
Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself Sit & watch my cigarette smoking on itself And I think, what the hell, hell, hell
Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother A little grave we can fill together I got myself a problem That I been looking to sell Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave I never said we was equal I never wished to be saved If I’m a problem then preach on ? Let’s dig a little grave I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to anekatips my little grave Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother Starve off the land for worse or better Get right down to the bottom If one goes I’ll do the other Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave
I'm not the way that you found me I'm never here or there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us You can cry like a baby Just let me do what I need to It might be to me or to you Just let me do what I need to I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well Let's go walk to the border Let's go walk along the inch Let's go when no one can see us And find the difference between us You can cry like a baby Just let me do what I need to It might be to me or to you Just let me do what I need to I'm not the way that you found me I'm neither here nor there One day I'm happy and healthy Next I ain't doing so well
knock on the door and the door knocks back the joke never go no further than that fire goes back inside the match back down the stack
and we hustle and cuss lick on the dust hustle and cuss lick on the dust
and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must you muscle and fuss? you muscle and fuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
when we were young a different kind of fun playing in the mud it meant something else now we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss
and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must we muscle and fuss? you muscle and fuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust
you're easy to fool and easy to catch and i don't know if i want you to match my bets
and we hustle and cuss lick on the dust hustle and cuss lick on the dust
and we hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust hustle and cuss hustle and cuss and lick on the dust must you muscle and fuss? hustle and cuss muscle and fuss muscle and fuss and lick on the dust
Yeah, I love you so much. I don't need to resist. I don't need to exist. Dripping blue blood from the wrist. I don't need to resist. And all the neighbors get pissed when I come home. I make em nervous. Yeah, I make em nervous. Crack a window, crack a broken bone. Crack your knuckles when you're at home. Lick an ice cream cone. Crack a bone. All you had to do was ask. Who is it that wears the mask? When you give me the task. Leave me broke and shirtless. Check your lips at the door woman. Shake your hips like battleships. Yeah, all the white girls trip when I sing at Sunday service. Sing. Sing. Sing. I only got one face da da da da. I tried too long to erase. You know if I left. da da da da. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left you woman, you know, I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. I wouldn't leave a trace. If I left, you'd never see me again. You'd never see me again. I wouldn't leave a trace. You'd never see me again.
Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother A little grave we can fill together I got myself a problem That I been looking to sell Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave I never said we was equal I never wished to be saved If I’m a problem then preach on ? Let’s dig a little grave I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to anekatips my little grave Let’s dig a hole in the sand, brother Starve off the land for worse or better Get right down to the bottom If one goes I’ll do the other Some people die just a little Sometimes you die by the drop Some people die in the middle I live just fine on the top I’m gonna take you for worse or better I’m gonna make you for worse or better I’m gonna take you for worse or better to my little grave
It's cold outside And the paint's peeling off of my walls There's a man outside In a long coat, grey hat, smoking a cigarette
Now the light fades out And I wonder what I'm doing In a room like this There's a knock on the door And just for a second I thought I remembered you
So now I'm alone Now I can think for myself About little deals And S.U's And things I just don't understand A white lie that night Or a sly touch at times I don't think it meant anything to you
So I open the door It's the 'friend' that I'd left in the hallway 'Please sit down' A candlelit shadow on a wall near the bed
You know I hate to ask But are 'friends' electric? Only mine's broke down And now I've no-one to love
So I found out your reasons For the phone calls and smiles And it hurts And I'm lonely And I should never have tried And I missed you tonight It must be time to leave You see it means everything to me
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story But I'm going to tell it again So many other people try to tell the tale Not one of them knows the end
It was a junk-house in South Carolina Held a boy the age of ten Along with his older brother Billy And their mother and her boyfriend Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos That were given to him when he was young And a drunk temper that was easy to lose And thank God he didn't own a gun
Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck Took a minute to open his eyes He took a peep into the back of the house And found himself a big surprise He didn't see his brother, but there was his mother With her red-headed head in her hands While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest Trying to choke the man
Billy looked up from the window to the truck Threw up and had to struggle to stand He saw that rednecked bastard with a hammer Turn the priest into a shell of a man The priest was putting up the fight of his life But he was old and he was bound to lose The boyfriend hit as hard as he could And knocked the priest right down to his shoes
Well, now Billy knew but never actually met The preacher lying there in the room He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy" Then he knew what he was gonna do Billy got up enough courage to get up And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find It was a cold glass bottle of milk That got delivered every morning at nine
Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and He turned around and put the lock on the door He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then He took a step toward the man on the ground From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out" And Billy said, "Not 'til I know what this is all about"
"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama" But Billy knew just who was starting the drama So Billy took dead aim at his face And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the Boyfriend fell down dead for good Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"
His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and Pulled out an envelope filled with money "Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears "He's been paying all the bills for years" "Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees And put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee" Just then, his little brother came in Holding the milkman's hat and a bottle of gin, singing
La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la, la la la
La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la, yeah La la la la, la la la la
Well, now you heard another side to the story But you wanna know how it ends? If you must know the truth about the tale Go and ask the milkman
