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?

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.

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?

One, two, three, four! Well, every highway that I go down seems to be longerThan the last one that I knew about, oh, well. And every girl that I walk around seems to be more of an illusion Than the last one that I found, oh, well. And this old man in front of me wearing canes and ruby ringsIs like containing an explosion when he sings,And with every chance to set himself on fire,He just ends up doin' the same thing. Well, each beautiful thing I come across tells meTo stop moving and shake this riddle off, oh, well. And there was a time when all I wanted was my ice cream colderAnd a little cream soda, oh, well, oh, well. And a wooden box and an alley full of rocks was all I had to care about,Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well. Now my mind is filled with rubber tires and forest firesAnd whether I'm a liar,And lots of other situations where I don't know what to doAt which time God screams to me, "There's nothing left for me to tell you."Nothing left for me to tell you.Nothing left. Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.

Jack: Mmm...Meg: Rag and bone!Jack: Rag and bone!Meg: Rag and bone!Jack: Rag and bone! Meg, look at this place!Meg: What? Ooh...Jack: Well, this place is like a mansion! It's like a mansion, look at all this stuff!Meg: I don't know...Jack: Look, I see something over there.Meg: Ooh...Jack: Man. Well, can't you hear me selling rag and bone?Bring out your junk and we'll give it a home.A broken trumpet or a telephone,A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,Come on and give it to me, yeah...A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,Come on and give it to me.Rag and bone, rag and bone.A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,Come on and give it to me. All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones. Jack: Well, man, look at all this, you don't want it?Meg: I can use that.Jack: You sure you don't want it, man? I can use... take it. It's just things that you don't want. I can use 'em. Meg can use 'em. We can do something with 'em. We'll make something out of 'em. Make some money out of 'em at least.Meg: This fits me perfect... give it to me.Jack: Hey, if you ain't gonna use it, just give it to us. We'll give it a home. Well, have you got something shiny for me?Anybody got a Christmas tree?Can you part with a toilet seat?A-jump up, a-jump up,-a jump up,Come on and give it to me.Rag and bone. We wanna get it, Granny, while it's hot.You think it's trash, Granny, but it's not.We'll be takin' whatever you got.A-give up, a-give up, a-give up,Come on and give it to me.Whoo! All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones. Meg: I saw some stuff in your yard, are you going to give it to us...Jack: Ah, Meg, don't be rude.Meg: ...or not?Jack: They might need it. If you don't want it, we'll take it. If you don't want to give it to us, we keep walking by. We keep going, we're not tired, but got plenty of places to go, lots of home we ain't been to yet. On the west side, the southwest side, middle east, rich house, dog house, outhouse, old folks' house. House for unwed mothers, halfway homes, catacombs, twilight zones! Lookin' for techniques, turntables, to gramophones. So take a last lick of your ice cream cone, and lock up what you still want to own. But please be kind...Meg : Take your time.Jack : ...and don't rewind.Meg : That's fine. All of your pretty, your pretty little rags and bones.Yeah!Your pretty little rags and bones.A-jump up, a-jump up, a-jump up,Come on and give it to me.Ah, ah, oh, your pretty little rags and bones.A-come on, a-come on, a-come on,Come on and give it to us.Yeah, 'eah, 'eah.Ah, yeah.Yeah! Yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

I'm slowly turning into you, but you don't know this to be true.You say I'm lying and I never really tell you the truth.But your face is getting older, so put your head on my shoulder.Yeah, put your head on my shoulder. Yesterday, it hit me that I do all the little things that you do,Except those same little things that you do are annoying.They're annoying as hell in fact.It kind of struck a little bell in fact.I like to keep my little shell intact. And I'm slowly turning into you...And I'm slowly turning into you...And I'm slowly turning into you... Then something else came to mind, that was the mirror.It made everything clearer.That you're more beautiful, compelling, and stronger;It didn't take much longer just for me to realizeI love all the little things, and the beauty that they're gonna bring.I dig your little laugh and I'm loving your quick wit.I even love it when you're faking it.And it might sound a little strange for me to say to you,But I'm proud to be you. And I'm slowly turning into you...And I'm slowly turning into you...And I'm slowly turning into you...And I'm slowly turning into you...