We are the people without land We are the people without tradition We are the people who do not know how to die peacefully and at ease We are the thoughts of sorrows Endings of tomorrows We are the wisps of rulers And the jokers of kings We are the people without right We are the people who have known only lies and desperation We are the people without a country, a voice, or a mirror We are the crystal gaze returned through the density And immensity of a berzerk nation We are the victims of the untold manifesto Of the lack of depth Of full and heavy emptiness We are the people without sorrow Who have moved beyond national pride and indifference To a parоdy of instinct We are the people who are desperate Beyond emotion because it defies thought We are the people who conceive Our destruction and carry it out lawfully We are the insects of someone else's thought A casualty of daytime, nighttime, space, and God Without race, nationality, or religion We are the people, and the people, the people

Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon He's right outside of my window He acts like a madman from time to time I hope he brings it to a crescendo soon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry rides his skateboard down the street He's thirty-seven years old with six children He sees the world through a ten year old boy's eyes He doesn't even notice that it's raining outside Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon But sometimes he cries He wants me to console him But I know that he's lying About everything he's told me Man in the moon Man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Says, he's prepared to suffer the consequences What is his penalty for his immaturity? Will he be cast into eternal darkness? Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Jerry's yelling at the man in the moon Man in the moon Man in the moon Man in the moon Man in the moon

Headed south to work to the pipeline Make some cash while in the meantime Baby jumped a bird and flew away Lordy, Lordy my mind's aching Drunken down and out and making time With anything that comes my way I staggered to the Greyhound station L.A. man's my destination Put me on the dog take me away Mobile blues baby I can't make it Got me down Lord I can't take it Here in Alabama one more day I called a friend in Frisco He said baby's in L.A. Here I am in Alabama two thousand miles away Lord I got these Mobile blues today Well I left her back in Frisco And she begged me not to go I know somebody must have told her That I travel and I lie That they saw me drunk in Mobile With some wired up chick from Jacksonville And brother did it we look like we could fly I staggered to the Greyhound station L.A. man's my destination Put me on the dog take me away Lord I got these Mobile blues today Lord I got the Mobile blues today