done And the lamb lies down on Broadway (On Broadway) (On Broadway, on Broadway) They say the lights are always bright on Broadway (On Broadway, on Broadway
leave the cage My little runaway Raindrops keep falling on my head They keep falling on my Raindrops keep falling on my head They keep falling on my Raindrops keep falling on
, you've had your flash boy' The rocks in time compress your blood to oil Your flesh to coal, enrich the soil, not everybody's goal Anyway, they say she comes on
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dust into my eyes The dust settles on my skin Making a crust I cannot move in And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway
Here comes the supernatural anaesthetist If he wants you to snuff it All he has to do is puff it He's such a fine dancer
little bit of it can bring you up or down Like the supper it is cooking in your hometown It is chicken, it is eggs, it is in between your legs It is walking on
The wool is soft and warm, gives off some kind of heat A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid
to the other side When you're racing in the rapids There's only one way, that's to ride Taken down, taken down by the undertow I'm spiraled down the
But it was mine in the first place, so I'll burn it to ash And I've tasted all the strongest meats And laid them down on colored sheets Laid them down on
Struggling down the slope There's not much hope I begin to try to ride the scree But the rocks are tumbling all around me If I want John alive I've got
down from the sky It's a super sized black bird that sure can fly The raven brings on darkness and night He flies right down, gives me one hell of a
silence With a warm breeze he's gently kissed Thinking he is quite alone He enters the room, as if it were his own But ripples on the sweet pink water
by an unknown hand; - my home. Is this the way out from the endless scene? Or just an entrance to another dream? And the light dies down on broadway
to go" So I followed her into a big round cave She said, "They're coming for you, now don't be afraid" Then she sat me down on a cold stone throne Carved
the grand parade of lifeless packaging All ready to use It's the grand parade of lifeless packaging I just need a fuse And the decor on the ceiling
works with his hands He looks at you once, you know he understands Don't need any shield When you're out in the field But down here, I'm so alone with
Wrapped up in some powdered wool I guess I'm losing touch Don't tell me this is dying, 'cause I ain't changed that much The only sound is water drops,