Oh my darling I can't ignore One little thing It hurts me to adore Each time I look I seem to find What's good in love It's not that good at all Oh no Oh no It's hard to make plans Caught up again Oh no it takes so long but it's not For me Surely you'll see So please relax and take my hand I'll come with you To see your rocking band Stop up the street or I'll guess far Take one for me and all the rest is loss Oh no Oh no It's hard to make plans Caught up again Oh no it takes so long but it's not For me Surely you'll see

Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth Flag wave, I'm glad wavin' at a Patriots house Lookin' for change on the couch Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said Imagine tryna keep your head While your daughter sleeps in bed And when she wakes up, will the world be the same? Will my girl be afraid in the home of the brave? See, I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright but What a hell of a night Humanity is a privilege, we can't give in When they build walls, we'll build bridges This is resistance, we're resilient When they spread hate, we shine brilliant March by the millions till they hear the children We found ourselves at a distance Open up the jails and the overcrowded cells When we oppress anyone, we oppress ourselves Greatest gift I ever learned is helpin' someone else You build, believe and build 'cause you forget about yourself Service, purpose, works if you work it Love everyone regardless of the God they worship This isn't the Apocalypse We can't address the hate until we acknowledge it If Jesus was alive, would he let Mohamed in? This isn't nature, my daughter hugs strangers We teach fear and preach hatred Put up a fence, scared to meet our neighbors Think that if we let them in, they'll take advantage of us later There's so much anger and this world is ours, raise her My daughter, hope it's a dream when I wake up tomorrow Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth Flag wave, I'm glad wavin' at a Patriots house Lookin' for change on the couch Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said Imagine tryna keep your head While your daughter sleeps in bed And when she wakes up, will the world be the same? Will my girl be afraid in the home of the brave? See, I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright but What a hell of a night And we fight for the people that haven't had a voice Fight for the first amendment, fight for freedom of choice Fight for women's rights, if she does or doesn't care We ride for all the Queer folk and fight for all the gay married I'm not moving to Canada, not fleeing the nation No time for apathy, no more tears and no complainin' Gotta fight harder for the next four and what we're faced with Got my daughter in my arms and he is not gonna raise her Bad taste, bad taste in my mouth Flag wave, I'm glad wavin' at a Patriots house Lookin' for change on the couch Mad world, mad world, that's what the TV said Imagine tryna keep your head While your daughter sleeps in bed And when she wakes up, will the world be the same? Will my girl be afraid in the home of the brave? See, I hope, I hope, that it's gon' be alright but What a hell of a night

Yeah I pray up to G-O-D These days I don't get no sleep Young and the restless I'mma end up dead next Funds anorexic I'm tired of pretending That I'm fine, I'm not I'mma find a lot I'mma cry a lot Dead inside, I rot away I fantasize about finding peace Yeah My life's in sleep paralysis Can't get these demons out my head So many adoptions and abandonments Been through so many homes and parents No merry Christmas No birthday wishlist But many stigmas Nights outside of WaWa with the fiends I ain't felt a bed since i was 17 Yeah I pray up to G-O-D These days I don't get no sleep Young and the restless I'm a end up dead next Funds anorexic I'm tired of pretending That I'm fine, I'm not I'ma find a lot I'ma cry a lot Dead inside, I rot away I fantasize about finding peace

There's something underneath your bed, Pull your sheets up over your head. You here something, what was that? Afraid of things that go bump in the night. The candle in the pumkin is the only light, So get ready for the fright of your life, yeah. Baby let me sing you a scary song Put on your halloween mask and sing along It's the creature feature babyform dust 'till dawn. Baby let me sing you a scary song. He walks tall and give me the butcher knife The boogie man a only wants to take your life. You kill him off, he'll ojust come right back, in part 2 Baby let me sing you a scary song Put on your halloween mask and sing along It's the creature feature baby form dust 'till dawn. Baby let me sing you a scary song. (yeah) Baby let me sing you a scary song Put on your halloween mask and sing along It's the creature feature baby form dust 'till dawn. Baby let me sing you a scary song

Why don't we stop foolin' ourselves? The game is over, over, over No good times, no bad times There's no times at all Just The New York Times Sittin' on the windowsill Near the flowers We might as well be apart It hardly matters, we sleep separately And drop a smile passin' in the hall But there's no laughs left 'Cause we laughed them all And we laughed them all In a very short time Time is tapping on my forehead Hangin' from my mirror Rattlin' the teacups And I wonder- How long can I delay? We're just a habit, like saccharin And I'm habitually feelin' kinda blue But each time I try on the thought of leavin' you I stop I stop and think it over

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I got no place to go I've walked around Soho for the last night or so Ah, but it doesn't matter, no Blessed is the land and the kingdom Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? My words trickle down From a wound that I have no intention to heal Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me? I, I have tended my own garden much too long

Old friends, old friends Sat on their park bench like bookends A newspaper blown through the grass Falls on the round toes Of the high shoes of the old friends Old friends, winter companions, the old men Lost in their overcoats, waiting for the sunset The sounds of the city sifting through trees Settle like dust on the shoulders of the old friends Can you imagine us years from today Sharing a park bench quietly? How terribly strange to be 70 Old friends, memory brushes the same years Silently sharing the same fears

Cloudy The sky is gray and white and cloudy Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles I'm a ragamuffin child Pointed finger, painted smile I left my shadow waitin' down the road for me a while Cloudy My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy They have no borders, no boundaries They echo and they swell From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell Down from Berkeley to Carmel Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill Hey, sunshine I haven't seen you in a long time Why don't you show your face and bend my mind? These clouds stick to the sky Like a floating question, "Why?" They linger there to die They don't know where they're going and, my friend, neither do I Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy Cloudy