Yah-hee, icky thump,Who'da thunk?Sittin' drunk on a wagon to Mexico.Ah, well, what a chump,Well, my head got a bump when I hit it on the radio.Redhead señorita looking dead came and said,"Need a bed?", en español.I said, "Gimme a drink of water,I'm gonna sing around the colla'And I don't need a microphone." Icky thump with a lump in my throat,Grabbed my coat and I was freakin'I was ready to go.And I swear besides the hair,She had one white eye, One blank stare,Lookin' up, lyin' there.On the stand near her hand was a candy cane,Black rum, sugar cane, dry ice, something strange.La, la, la, la, la, la, la...La, la, la, la, la, la, la... White Americans, what? Nothing better to do?Why don't you kick yourself out? You're an immigrant, too.Who's using who? What should we do?Well, you can't be a pimp and a prostitute, too. Icky thump, handcuffed to a bunk, robbed blind, Looked around and there was nobody else.Left alone, I hit myself with a stone,Went home and learned how to clean up after myself. La, la, la, la, la, la, la...

I'm bringing back ghosts that are no longer thereI'm gettin' hard on myself, sittin' in my easy chairWell, there's three people in the mirrorAnd I'm wonderin' which one of them I should chooseWell, I can't keep from laughin'Spittin' out these 300 mile per hour outpour blues I'm breakin' my teeth off tryin' to bite my lipThere's all kinds of red-headed women that I ain't supposed to kissAnd it's that color which never fails to turn me blueSo I just swallow it and hold on to itAnd use it to scare the hell out of you I have a woman, says "Come and watch me bleed"And I'm wonderin' just how I can do that,And still give her everything that she needs.Well, there's three people in my head that have the answerAnd one of them's got to be youBut you're holding tight to it, the answerSingin' these 300 mile per hour outpour blues Put on gloves, a tied scarf, and wrap up warm on this winter nightEvery time you get defensive, you're just looking for a fightIt's safe to say somebody out there's got a problem with almost anything you'll doWell, next time they stab you, don't fight backJust play the victim instead of playin' the fool And the roads are covered with a million little moleculesOf cigarette ashes and the school floors are coveredWith pieces of pencil eraser, tooWell, sooner or later, the ground's gonna be holdin' all of my ashes, tooBut I can't help but wonder if after I'm goneWill I still have these 300 mile per hour, finger breaking,No answers, broken back, dirty cancer, bee stung and busted upEmpty cup torrential outpour blues? One thing's for sure in that graveyardI'm gonna have the shiniest pair of shoes

In some respects,I suspect you've got a respectable side.When pushed and pulled and pressured,You seldom run and hide.But it's for someone else's benefit,Not for what you wanna do.Until I realize that you've realized,I'm gonna say these words to you. Yeah, you don't know what love is,You do as you're told.Just as a child of ten might act,But you're far too old.You're not hopeless or helpless,and I hate to sound cold.But you don't know what love is...You just do as you're told. I can see your man can't help but win,Any problems that may arise.But in his mind there can be no sin,If you never criticize.You just keep on repeatingAll those empty "I love yous".Until you see you deserve better,I'm gonna lay right into you. Yeah, you don't know what love is,You just do as you're told.Just as a child of ten might act,But you're far too old.You're not hopeless or helpless,and I hate to sound cold.But you don't know what love is,No, you don't know what love is,No, you don't know what love is... You just do as you're told.Yeah, do as you're told.Yeah.

Conquest...He was out to make a conquest.Didn't care what harm was done,Just as long as he won the prize. Conquest...She was just another conquest.Didn't care whose heart was broke,Love to him was a joke,'Til he looked into her eyes. And then in the strange way things happen,Their roles were reversed from that day.The hunted became the huntress;The hunter became the prey. Conquest...Now you know who made the conquest.She with all her female guile,Led him helpless down the aisle.She had finally made a conquest. And then in the strange way things happen,Their roles were reversed from that day.The hunted became the huntress;The hunter became the prey. Conquest...Now you know who made the conquest.She with all her female guile,Led him helpless down the aisle.She had finally made a conquest. Conquest...

Look closer, you can see how I been runnin' it.I got a dollar bill in the cockpit.Suprised being white is a black hole?I got another job at the liquor store, damn.Oh, well, I'm bone broke. They got a white pony in the stable,And ride him when the doggie isn't able.But he don't really care because they pay him,But still a black suit is gonna shake him down.Oh well, I'm bone broke.Broke as I'll ever be. Look another way, girl, I'm telling ya,God gave seven minutes right to ya.And your mother put her money into platinum,And now you never have to pay attention.Do ya? Do ya? Yeah...I'm leanin' on a brick with my nails.I'm tellin' them the money's in the mail.Keep showin' that my bones never fake it,But now the brick bank is gonna break it down.Oh, well, I'm bone broke. Look another way, girl, I'm telling ya,God gave seven minutes right to ya.Your mother put her money into platinum,So that you wouldn't have to pay attention.Right?

I'm gonna fight 'em allA seven nation army couldn't hold me backThey're gonna rip it offTaking their time right behind my back And I'm talking to myself at nightBecause I can't forgetBack and forth through my mindBehind a cigarette And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone Don't wanna hear about itEvery single one's got a story to tellEveryone knows about itFrom the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell And if I catch you coming back my wayI'm gonna sell it to youAnd that ain't what you want to hearBut that's what I'll do And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home I'm going to WichitaFar from this opera forevermoreI'm gonna work the strawMake the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding and I'm bleedingAnd I'm bleeding right before the LordAll the words are gonna bleed from meAnd I will think no more And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home

Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh. Well, the hills are pretty and rollin', but the thorn is sharp and swollen.And the man plays a beautiful whistle, but he wears a prickly thistle. Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh. The silver birches pierce through an icy fog which covers the ground most daily,And the angels which carry St. Andrew high are singing a tune most gaily. Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh. One sound can hold back a thousand hands when the pipe blows a tune forlorn,And the thistle is a prickly flower, aye, but how it is sweetly worn. Singing, li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh. Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.Li-de-li-de-li, oh, oh.Well, a-li-de-li-de-li, oh.

Oh, don't you think that I'm bound to react now?Well, My fingers definitely turning to black nowyeeahMaybe I'll put my love on iceAnd teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeaah My books are sitting at the top of the stack now Well, The longer words are really breaking my back now yeaahMaybe I'll learn to understand, Drawing a square with a pencil in hand, yeah ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh, ahhh Mathematically turning the pageUnequivocally showing my ageI'm practically center stageUndeniably earning your wageWell, maybe I'll put my love on iceTeach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeeaah Listen master can you answer a question?Is it the fingers, or the brain that you're teaching the lesson?Oh, I can't tell you how proud I amWriting down things I don't understandWell, maybe I'll put my love on iceAnd teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeeaah yeeeah, yeeeah, yeeeah

Dead leaves and the dirty ground, when I know you're not around.Shiny tops and soda pops, when I hear your lips make a sound.When I hear your lips make a sound. Thirty notes in the mailbox will tell you that I'm coming home,And I think I'm gonna stick around for a while so you're not alone.For a while so you're not alone. If you can hear a piano fall, you can hear me coming down the hall.If I could just hear your pretty voice, I don't think I need to see at all.I don't think I need to see at all. Soft hair and a velvet tongue, I want to give you what you give to me.And every breath that is in your lungs is a tiny little gift to me.Is a tiny little gift to me. I didn't feel so bad till the sun went down...Then I come home, no one to wrap my arms around.Wrap my arms around... Well, any man with a microphone can tell you what he loves the most.And you know why you love at all, if you're thinking of the holy ghost.If you're thinking of the holy ghost.

This battle is in the air.I'm looking upwards.Where are the angels?I'm not in my home. St. Andrew, don't forsake me.St. Andrew, don't forsake me. Who is here to greet me?The children are crying.I'm not in my home.I travel backwards in ecstasy.Where are the angels?Don't forget me. St. Andrew, I've been true.What do I need to say?What do I need to say?