Melanie is smiling at the sky If it were up to me I'd give everything for that Oh... There's so many That claim to know divine Is it stupid to think Am i jealous missing that? Would you be? Would you define? Being a crutch like this Or grief like mine Oh... Does it feel like There's no bright side? Do you want to Place your fist in the wall? I feel that warmth within me Can't help but think it's all lies So sadly strip down and thrust to the cold outside Nothing left to protect me I wish I could believe this So sadly strip down and thrust to the cold outside I love you

Johnny boy My friend It is the end Of the summertime And the wine In the tree You and me You recall All the tears I had fears You could not stop them from Falling But you did Johnny boy, my friend They're falling again Johnny boy, my friend Stop them again For a lonely girl In the world Of the stone buildings that Would turn brown If they were born in the town Where the trees are grown Johnny boy, i'm all alone Please take Me home Johny boy, my friend Please hold my hand In the middle of the night Whene the world crashes With all its might Johnny boy, if you had pain I would do the same Johnny boy, my friend You gotta Help me again Johnny boy, my friend It is the end It is the end Of the summertime And the wine In the tree You and me You recall All the tears I had fears You could not stop them from falling But you did,Johnny boy Johnny boy, my friend My friend You gotta Help me

Do you have some problems Would you like someone to solve them Would you like someone to share in your misery Well I don't know the answer But I know a flamenco dancer Who will dance for you if you will dance for me Her name's Miranda She's a Rudolph Valentino fan And she doesn't claim to understand She bakes brownies for the boys in the band And every Sunday morning When the sermon lines are forming And Saturday night is a memory that I gave She's busy in the pantry Far away from Elmer Gantry Who is busy baking souls that he may save Everybody's soul but Miranda She's a Rudolph Valentino fan And she doesn't claim to understand She bakes brownies for the boys in the band At the bar we're gin & scotchin While the F.B.I. is watching And they're tape recording every other word The Bartender is bleeding Pardon me I was just leaving As another cleaver voice repeats absurd absurd Everybody's talking about Miranda She's a Rudolph Valentino fan And she doesn't claim to understand She bakes brownies for the boys in the band Her name's Miranda Her name's Miranda Her name's Miranda

Oh mine eyes have seen the glory of the theories of Freud, He has taught me all the evils that my ego must avoid. Repression of the impulses resuling paranoid As the id goes marching on. Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality, Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on There was a man who thought his friends to him were all superior And this complex he imagined made life drearier and drearier Till his analyst assured him that he really was inferior As the id goes marching on. Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality, Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on Do you drown your superego in a flood of alcohol - or something else - And go running after women till you're just about to fall. You may think you're having fun but you're not having fun at all As the id goes marching on. Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality, Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on Oh sad is the masochism, the vagaries of sex Have turned half the population into total nervous wrecks. But your analyst will cure you, long as you can pay the cheques As the id goes marching on. Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality, Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on Is your body plagued by aches and pains that you can't understand Compound fractures ingrown toenails, floating kidneys, trembling hands, There's a secret to your trouble: you're in love with your old man As the id goes marching on. Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality, Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on Freud's mystic world of meaning needn't have us mystified It's really very simple what the psyche tries to hide: A thing is a phallic symbol if it's longer than it's wide As the id goes marching on. Glory glory psychotherapy, glory glory sexuality, Glory glory now we can be free as the id goes marching on.

You used to be on fire, now you chill me to the bone We used to fly like angels, now we're sinking like a stone You say you're trying to help me but that ain't the way it feels I think you're trying to kill me with those stiletto heels Paint the town black babe and let that pendulum swing I been stabbed in the back babe And if you don't love me, I'll never feel a thing And oh, one thing I know, there's only one place left for me to go Going back to the kingdom of desire Going down to the valley of the gun I'm gonna stand too close to the fire I'm gonna fly too close to the sun They say the king of love sleeps on a velvet bed My sheets feel like sandpaper, and my pillow feels like lead But as sure as Atlantis sank into the sea I'm sinking like a stone babe, that's how it's got to be Paint the town black babe and let that pendulum swing I been stabbed in the back babe And if you don't love me, I'll never feel a thing And oh, if I don't have you, there's only one thing left for me to do When you dig up God's little acre, you lose all peace of mind You stare into the distance, looking for a sign But that sign it never comes babe, your wishes won't come true You keep praying for the rain while the sun beats down on you And oh, one thing I know, there's only one place left for me to go Repeats 2x I'm gonna fly too close to the sun, yeah I'm gonna fly too close to the sun