I can't seem to make it through this thing without you
I can't seem to take another thing about you
My knees are shaking and I don't know what to do
I need somebody just like you

Now all the people on the TV are talking 'bout you
The man on the radio is telling me too
My heart is aching and I don't know what to do
I need somebody just like you

And the people are all saying it true
And the columns are all saying it's true
And the neighbours are all saying it's true
How am I supposed to know what to do?

I can't seem to take another thing about you
I can't seem to make it through this thing without you
My mind is breaking and I don't know what to do
I need somebody just like you


Just Like You

Look what you're doing to that thing
Don't heat it up too much
Don't cool it down too much

We're going down to see the apocalypse

Watch what you're doing to that thing
Don't push it around like that
Don't put it down like that


Apocalypse

I don’t want to go
I don’t want to go there and you don’t want to know where
I don’t want to go to the gun show

I don’t want to see you
I don’t want to see you there and you don’t want to be there
I don’t want to see you at the gun show

I don’t want to go
The people of this town are falling all around
They’re never gonna make it home from the gun show

My baby loves the gun show
She goes bang bang pow pow


Gun Show

Beware of American woman

I saw a tragic fate in the yellow eyes of an American woman
She said looky here and looky there and look at me motherlooker
I felt the bitter cold in the darkest parts of an American woman
She said check out this and check out that, hey check me out motherchecker

I fell under the spell of an American woman

I sucked the toxic fumes from the deadly breath of an American woman
She said suck on this and suck on that and suck on me mothersucker
I felt the sordid passion from the wicked heart of an American woman
She said lust for me and I’ll lust for you and we’ll lust forever motherluster

I fell in love with an American woman

I tasted vile sweat from the weeping pores of an American woman
She said lick me here and lick me there and lick on me motherlicker
Heard the desperate cry from the tortured soul of an American woman
She said fuck like this and fuck like that, don’t fuck with me motherfucker

I fell to my fate with an American woman


American Woman pt. II

Sitting on the floor of a motel room, a couple of pills and a bottle of rye
And old guitar and a song of doom, a pack of smokes and feeling fine
Not sure if you've heard the news that Gordon Lightfoot has died
Just the way Hank Williams died, Gordon Lightfoot is dead

A spiritual gift from a spiritual friend, unknown to him at the time
A jealous woman and a loaded son, a handful of truths and a handful of lies
Coffee won't bring him back this time because Gordon Lightfoot has died
Just the way Gene Vincent died, Gordon Lightfoot is dead

Lying on the floor of a motel room, a bottle of pills and a couple of rye
A pack of smokes and a pack of lies, a broken guitar from a broken life
I'm sure by now you've heard the news that Gordon Lightfoot has died
Just the way Johnny Thunders died, Gordon Lightfoot is dead

Just the way Darby Crash died
Just the way Bon Jovi died

Gordon Lightfoot Has Died

Woke up this morning, a can of blues beside my bed
Woke up this morning, an empty can of blues beside my bed
I got no way to New Orleans and I got no pills for my aching head

I got no woman, you know my baby's forsaken me
I got no woman, ain't no whore gonna pity me
My baby took all my money and took a bus to Memphis, Tennessee

It's a dark and lonely highway with just a suitcase and a gun
It's a dark and lonely highway, down on highway 61

I went to the preacher but he don't work there anymore
So I went to the devil but he's a republican, don't you know
Now I'm trying to get to St. Louis with a sheriff and taxman at my door

I got no whiskey, I ain't got no gasoline
And I got no cigarettes, ain't no substance to my dream
But I'm gonna get to Duluth and I'll be on the cover of a gossip magazine


Highway 61 pt. III

Can you feel the size of our sensation?

When you're hanging around, I'll be hanging around
Come and feel the size of our sensation
When you're not around, I won't be around
But I will text you a message of sensation

Can you hear the sound of our sensation?

When you're feeling good, I'll be feeling good
And we'll be feeling good about our sensation
When you're feeling down, I won't be around
But I will text you a message of sensation

Can you see the brilliance of our sensation?

Our Sensation

Not Interested

They're coming for your flesh
They're coming for your mind
They're coming from around the world
Destroying humankind

They do the zombie walk

You got Obama to the West
Osama to the East
They dig them up, send them out
Spreading their disease

When the zombies go mobbing
No one gonna stop them
Undead destruction, undead corruption
They turn undead and then turn dead on you and me

You got Obama to the left
Osama to the right
They dig them up, send them out
Violating rights

Zombie Walk

Miss Darlene, my darling, won't you see me tonight
The wheat fields have turned amber in the warm evening light
We can sit down by the river where the wild waters flow
And we can watch the clouds looming and hear the wind blow

And feel the rain
Like the love in our veins
Yeah feel the rain
Wash away all our pain

Dear Ernest, my earnest, I want to see you tonight
The shadows have grown longer and I feel our time is nigh
We can sit up on the hillside where the tangled thistles grow
And we can watch the crows circle and hear the wind blow

And feel the rain
Flowing down like champagne

Miss Darlene, my darling, won't you free me tonight
We can lie down in the river and drift into the night
And dream of mystic mountains where no mortal can go
And sway high in the treetops where the wild winds blow

And feel the rain
Cleanse the sins from our veins


Feel The Rain

Why do I get feeling so messed up
Trying to straighten things out with you

Why can't I ever seem to find enough time
To find enough time away from you
 
Got to get a way to get away from you
 
Sometimes I get feeling so alone
Standing alone in the crowd
Standing alone next to you


Get Away

You are my love, my angel dear
You bring me hope and fear
But I can't  bear your lavish cross
As I lay crippled here

I need some time, some space, sometime
Before my wounds appear

I know your thoughts are innocent
Your intentions most sincere
But I can't bear your human greed
Your human waste, your human needs

I need some time, some space, sometime
Before my wounds appear
So please look down on my infected soul
And pray my symptoms clear

Your love has brought me everything
My sacred heart could endear
But I can't bear your crown of thorns
Your crown of waste, your crown of tears

I need some time, some space, some time
Before my wounds appear
I need some time, some place in time
Where time can disappear
I need some time, some space, some time
To help my symptoms clear
But you've destined me to be crucified
For all eternal years

The Crucifixion of Blind Lemon Bon Jovi

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