Angel Hands
Cool Of The Day
December Sun
Everything's Opinion
Exception To The Rule
Glory Of The Guns
Medicine Man
Mendicant Lou
Pharoah's Heart
Philip The Theocrat
Roy's At Home
Poker Face
Silver Mine
Tears
No One Else

Angel Hands

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

    The conjectures of the wise old men
    That sent him to die
    Or to kill and survive
    Their guesses to justify

CHORUS

But I'm feeling satan-sold
Ain't no heat in this sickle moon
All alone with the pain in my bones
And the rain, and the moans of billions of souls
I'm just trying to know why I can't let go of this trigger

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

    Seems to me his mind was released
    His eyes open to see that
    He didn't have to be that
    He didn't have to receive it as fact

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

    Across the bridge, across the rift
    His killer he forgives
    A killer killed, a killer lives to be killed
    His finger slips from the trigger

CHORUS

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Cool Of The Day

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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 what I am not
    I am thankful for this breath of life
    Living in the shadow of opinion
    December sun is my wife

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

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Everything's Opinion

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Exception To The Rule

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

CHORUS

    Angels 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

Your friends are all so damn crazy
They never beg, they'd rather rob
They just can't be that lazy

Yeah, you'd kill if you had to
Like if, you got a bad tattoo
Yeah, you'd kill, yeah, I know you will

CHORUS

My father gave me this angel
It lives with the spoon around my neck
It walks with me and talks with me
And pukes with me when I am sick
My father raped me when I was twelve
I wear his rage around my soul
Stalking me and haunting me
Making sure I'm mad and cold

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

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Glory Of The Guns

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Medicine Man

He's a righteous drunk, he drinks Chivas and Guinness
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 full

CHORUS

    You can make an appointment, but please understand
    He's always quite busy, he's the medicine man

He's got his own little language, got some secret signs
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

CHORUS

He rocks like a Weeble, jumps like Knievel, and lands like a cat
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

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Mendicant Lou

Lend me an ear, or better yet two
Come hear the tail of mendicant Lou
Lou was a pauper, Lou was a bum
Lou was a loser, some say he was scum

CHORUS

    He's a mystery indeed
    He's a mystery that we somehow need to keep sane

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

Start the Ford, kiss your wife
Work till four, insure your life
Close the door, have viands
Take a snore, start again

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

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Pharoah's Heart

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Philip The Theocrat

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Roy's At Home

Roy's at home thinking of his chromosomes
He's on the phone to Nome, speaking to the Holy Ghost
"I got a chemical imbalance", he says
"And all the demons are in a phalanx", he says

CHORUS

    Roy's at home sleeping off his nightmares
    Speaking to the Father of Dreams

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

Father of Dreams, lift your water pitcher high
Pour out your vision into his eye
Let him know how it feels when your dreams are the real thing
Father of Dreams

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

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Poker Face

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Silver Mine

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

    And I smoked like a stack
    Chomped down a breakfast snack
    Like a newborn, with a smack
    I stepped out into the wind

CHORUS

Hiding, wrapped in darkness
Like wisdom in a poet's heart
All my world's a silver mine
And my heart's a miner's cart

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

    And I dig like a miner
    Hoping to find a little something diviner
    Than the bedrock of this merciless mind

CHORUS

I stepped out of the wind
Back into my dream
With my heart filled with silver
I lay down to sleep

    In the silversmith's house
    In the silversmith's fire
    Like a cool midnight's dream
    With dawn it's desire

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Tears

Do you think I'd play you like a game
You think I'd drink your tears and then laugh to my own shame
Leave you in the confines of my warm embracing arms
While my spirit danced with demons that sought to do you harm

CHORUS

    Tears familiar to your eyes
    Burn like fire in mine

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

I can see, I can grow above my despairs
Most of the time I don't even know thy're there
It may bother you, but it don't bother me, but...

CHORUS

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No One Else

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