He said "angel hands" then he died
Do you think that he lied?
With so much youth in his eyes
He didn't have time to devise
CHORUS
Seems to me he was freed
I never would have believed it
If I wasn't here to see it
If he wasn't here to be it
CHORUS
Said "angel hands" and he lived
Angel hands touched and lifted him
Angel hands gave the gift of love
The gift of love bridged the rift
CHORUS
The Smell Of A Rat The more that I listen, the less that I hear CHORUS
A muddle, a din, and visions of queer
The more that I hear, the less I do listen
Statists a'hissing, a Nancy girl pissing
This here is this, and that there is that
A chicken's a chicken, a cat is a cat
And this smells like cake, and that smells like crap
I know what that is, that's the smell of a rat
CHORUS
You think I'm stupid, well that there's OK
I shan't be so stupid, to do it your way
This is the third verse, this is the end
No thank you buddy, we'll never be friends
CHORUS
December Sun
I am not a capitalist, I am not a socialist
I am not a born again, I am not mohammedan
I am not your long lost brother, not a child of the gaia mother
I am not a passivist, I am not in distress
CHORUS
I am not a taxpayer, I am not a guitar player
I am not a reverend's sheep, I am not an employee
I am not an entertainer, I am not a doom proclaim
I'm not trying to make a girl, I am not of this world
CHORUS
I am not a hopeful voter, I am not a trying-to-coper
I am not just hanging in, I am not trying to win
I am not potentially, I am not in the land of the free
I am not a bitter man, I'm not trying to make a stand
CHORUS
There are better things to do, than pick and choose a point of view
There are better things to be, than what this world is offering me
There's a better place to live, than in the fortresses we build
There's a better place to stand, than on opinion's shifting sandss
CHORUS
There was something I once was, when what I would be I'd become
Was a time, I don't know when, when what I would be wouldn't end
There was a way things used to be, but not the way I am today
There was a time I don't know when, a time I hope to see again
CHORUS
CHORUS
Exception To The Rule Your leathered life is such a mess Yeah, you're rough, yeah, you're really tough CHORUS Your friends are all so damn crazy Yeah, you'd kill if you had to CHORUS
You have a knife, I'm not impressed
That's alright, keep on your dress
You don't take no guff from anyone
Got the picture, that's enoughAngels sleep between your thighs
You'll never need an alibie
For the crimes you commit are so divinely inspired
Never intended to be so cruel
You're the exception to the rule
They never beg, they'd rather rob
They just can't be that lazy
Like if, you got a bad tattoo
Yeah, you'd kill, yeah, I know you will
Your leathered life is such a mess
You have a knife, I'm not impressed
That's alright, keep on your dress
Yeah, you're rough, yeah, you're really tough
You don't take no guff from anyone
Got the picture, that's enough
Glory Of The Guns I used to build jet fighters that your children all admire CHORUS
While others screamed in terror as they drank their wrath and fire
I felt a sense of honor in the glory of those guns
And the nation's adulation for the victories they wonThe glory of the guns
The glory of the guns
The glory of the mission
The glory of my son
I made a handsome dollar, a sterling shilling, a pretty pence
For in the business of destruction the dividend's emmense
I thanked my god daily as I sat down to my meals
That I wasn't a welfare negro, stealing taxes and turning deals
CHORUS
Now the factory is closing, the unemployment checks come late
The glory of those guns shines no more within my family's gate
Now my life seems so unreal, like a dissipating dream
As my TV brings in color, murals and melodies of screams
CHORUS
The sirens sound once again on the corner down the street
The homeboys stash their pistols, for they need to be discreet
My boy stands at the window, looking for some fun
And he cocks and aims with pleasure, his hollow spaceman's gun
CHORUS
Medicine Man He's a righteous drunk, he drinks Chivas and Guinness CHORUS He's got his own little language, got some secret signs CHORUS He rocks like a Weeble, jumps like Knievel, and lands like a cat CHORUS
There's divine revelation in his glass
He can delve into your soul if the draught is real smooth
He can meet all your needs if his pocket is fullYou can make an appointment, but please understand
He's always quite busy, he's the medicine man
That he learned in one of his double visions
He's the balm of the world, he speaks out of clouds
Says nothing distinctly, at least not when I'm around
Just when you think he's this, well, he's going to be that
He's got a handful of knowledge, got ten years of college
Wants to be your advisor, wants to give you the edge
CHORUS
Lou ate little critters, he ate little bugs
He'd eat up your litter, but he won't touch the slugs
Lou drank gutter water, he thought it a river
He slept in a lean-to, though it made him shiver
CHORUS
Lou picked through that dumpster in the early morn
Come early evening he'd be back there for more
Lou smoked ciggies he found till the filter tips burned
When the starts were unkind, he'd roll them again
CHORUS
Lou's tale indeed is extremely morose
But it's all that he left when he gave up the ghost
He was a man like me, he came from a womb
He drowned in this sea, and went to the tonb
Do you hear Pharoah's heart pulsing in the darkness?
Such a sweet melody for such an evil king
Do you taste the power of his spirit wafting in the air?
Flowing through the veins of this town, like he really cares
Do you hear Pharoah's heart beating with anger behind us?
How he hates when we come down here to speak of freedom
Don't listen to him screaming, turn your ear toward the shoreline's song
Don't listen to him pleading, this is not where we belong
The King of the Cosmos caught the 6:30 bus with Philip the Theocrat
Punched in at 7:00, lifted his wrench, put on his old Yankee hat
Although quite awake he took that first coffee break with Philip the Theocrat
And right around 1:00 He sat down to lunch, and indulged in a terrestrial chat
CHORUS
The King got out at 4:00, took a walk to the store with Philip the Theocrat
He thought it OK to buy a fine Beuajolais, it sure was time to relax
"Thank God its Friday, I couldn't have gone another day." said Philip the Theocrat
The KIng of the Cosmos and Philip his friend caught the 6:30 bus headed back
CHORUS
Finally at home the two were alone, The King and the Theocrat
A mute word for "grace" as they sat down and ate, you know they finished their plates
Everything's fine as they sipped and reclined, The King and the Theocrat
Peace and order secure, and forevermore. The day's battle won, and that's about that
CHORUS
Roy's at home trying to conquer Rome
He's going it alone in his private battle zone
"I've committed the unpardonable sin", he says
"My salvation is done in", he says
CHORUS
Roy's at home praying in the catacombs
Kicking through the bones, picking through the stones
"There's something here I have to find", he says
"But I think I'm running out of time", he says
Can you pray a prayer or two
A three, an eight, an ace and two sixes
A pot full of chips and a hand full of shit
Go slow, don't blow it, one false move will show it
Hide your eyes in a lie, and a billowing Tiparillo
CHORUS
A full orange moon, a table of goons
Brains drenched in whiskey, all dull as a spoon
A hold or a fold, I'm not going to take
Not a trace on this poker face
CHORUS
The dawn split open my dreams
Like a shovel in the earth
I lay still in disillusion
As the machine pulsed vigor in my veins
CHORUS
Mad dog howls as the flesh-mind burns
They think I'm a gear, insist that I turn
As my spirit pulses light
Throughout this chamber of plight
CHORUS
I stepped out of the wind
Back into my dream
With my heart filled with silver
I lay down to sleep
CHORUS
You have to measure your own word, just like I have to measure mine
You have to read the seasons, and govern your own time
You have to test the reasons, discern the truth from the rhyme
You have to taste your own harvest before you say that it's fine
CHORUS
CHORUS
Having me a change of mind
This tiring rage departing
My number's been unlisted
From the book of the brokenhearted
Don't need a sign to see, don't need to hear an angel speak
To tell me how things ought to be, to tell me that love is real
I've seen Love's fiery passion melt down burnished walls of steel
I've heard the Great Illusion scream with anguish inside of me
CHORUS
I walk to wardrums beating
I step to every pounding
Going to strike your cold derision
And throw it to the ground
Going to walk these fields of roses, drink its sacred brew
Going to kiss your god of hatred, and breathe it into you
Having me a change of mind, this tiring rage departing
My number's been unlisted, from the book of the brokenhearted
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