Picture yourself Bleeding Life fleeting, With nowhere to call home... You thought you were A Cowboy Of great renown The fastest hand in the land...

Girl you looked at me just like the Virgin Mary, Saw you again, I just had to get on my knees Down on my knees And girl, I know you're just another Napoleon Conquer a hundred cities and a thousand men Just to have some company And I'd burn this whole damn world Just to get a spark from you Yeah I'd burn this whole damn world Just to get a spark from you And girl you looked at me just like a famous actress, Saw you on the street and I just couldn't turn away I just stood there transfixed So now I know you're just another Medusa, You'll turn me into stone just to get your wicked kicks Just to get your wicked kicks And I'll burn this whole city down Just to get a spark from you Yeah I'd burn the whole fucking world Just to get a spark from you

I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) But I do fuck with pyrotechnics I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) But I do fuck with psychedelics I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) I'm the kinda guy who don't mess around (No I don't mess around, No I don't mess around) But I do fuck with you

Well I was out in the alley shooting dice And I thought I won once or twice But those holy men, they took my money from me Well I spent the night with the virgin mother I asked her, "Where could your son be?" She said those holy men have taken my son from me I know prophets they never lie Even though Satan is awfully sly But those holy men they keep their mysteries Oh lord... Well I want to, yeah I want to Go to heaven Yeah, you know I do, I do, I do... I've been down on bended knee I've been praying, and I've given confession Oh lord you know, But those holy men have kept heaven from me Yeah those holy men have kept heaven from me.

My body is a machine. My body is a machine that operates far better without my interference. Technically speaking, or properly speaking, or strictly speaking, I can't interfere with the workings of my machine. Only God can interfere with the workings of my machine. My machine unfolds in a world according to laws of physical beings, material beings, cause and effect, material causation perhaps... probably not. But causal fashion, efficient causation, so on and so forth, maybe a teleology about my being, about what my machine wants to accomplish. But when it comes to my mind, what can my mind do? My mind can sense, my mind can perceive, my mind can form judgments, my mind can think, and most important of all, my mind can will: I can will things of my machine. My machine will respond to my willing, but you should not be fooled into thinking that my will causes my machine to act - that would be crass. Rather, my willing is the occasion for my body's acting. Now you ask, "How can this be if there's not a causal connection between the two, or perhaps an identity relation between my mind and my machine?" And I'll tell you, it's God. When I will something, God makes it happen. God is the occasion -- no, no, that's not right -- God ensures that the occasion that is my willing brings into being operations of my body. So my will is the occasion, and God is the power. God is the power that ensures that my body acts in a world, ensures that my machine unfolds in the way that I want it to. Now, of course I'm limited, of course the animal spirits are taking me over, of course my libido is powerful, and of course it's going to cause -- no, that's not right again, it doesn't cause my mind to do anything -- but nonetheless, my machine is frantic, my machine is unhinged, my machine is MOVING man, it's rolling, it's going down the road at a hundred miles an hour, and God, God causes me to sense this, to perceive this, and I DO perceive this, and I experience it, and in my mind God makes me experience my body, my machine, and all the passionate responses of my being in this material world. And it's evil. Don't get me wrong, it's evil. My body is sin, my body is the result of the fall, my body is a cruel experiment by God pushing me farther away from the divine, from reason, from grace, from light, into the unknown, into the dark substance that is matter. And I don't want to be there anymore than you do. I want to fight it. I want to gain truth. I want to gain knowledge. But sometimes I'm tempted, sometimes I might feel my body, my machine unfolding in ways that please me. Please me a little too much. Like when I see your smile, when I see your legs, when I see a bit of your flesh... And then what I do? I abuse God's love. By loving you way too much.

No I ain't got no money, not a dollar to my name. Oh, you may think it's funny, you may think it's a crying shame. But if you give me a dollar, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind... 'Cause I don't believe in money, not of any fucking kind! No, I don't got a penny, and I don't got a dime 'Cause I don't put a value on my labour or my time But if you give me a dollar, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind... 'Cause I don't believe in money, not of any fucking kind!

You go for a smoke, I'll write a new song That the people can sing to, Though it won't take me long I can sing about pleasure, I can sing about love But I just wanna tell you About the good lord above... Have me a religion, Have me a new name So I can become A prophet again... So lend me your paycheck, Lend me all that you got Otherwise in hell Your family will rot.

Satan is real, he's working in spirit (unintelligible)

I want to tell you all the pretty things, But when the words come out, they don't mean a thing I want to read you the poems that I wrote, But when I open my mouth, I sound like a goat... Ba-ba-ba-ba... Ba-ba-ba-ba... I'd like to sing to you a song close to my heart, But when I try to, it all falls apart I wish I could show you the feelings trapped inside, But when I try to, my tongue just gets tied Ba-ba-ba-ba... Ba-ba-ba-ba... Well actually, I haven't been entirely honest with you You see, I can speak perfectly fine, I just choose not to. Well honey, well you should believe me when I say That I still make a pretty good blubber anyway... Ba-ba-ba-ba... Ba-ba-ba-ba...

Picture yourself Bleeding Life fleeting, With nowhere to call home... You thought you were A Cowboy Of great renown The fastest hand in the land... You ain't nothing but a god-damn coward You ain't nothing but a god-damn cowherd No grace, and no god-damn manners So you're dead on the side of the road On the side of the road... You ain't nothing but a god-damn coward You ain't nothing but a god-damn cowherd Hold your gun in a bar like a coward, So you're dead on the side of the road Yeah you're dead on the side of the road... Oh, won't you please get this dying man some water (Cold, cool, clear water) Won't you please get this dying man some water (Cold, cool, clear water) Oh, won't you please get this dying man some water (Cold, cool, clear water) Won't you please get this dying man some water...

Take a ride on roller-skates, yeah Take a ride on my roller-stakes You can spin around with me You can spin around with me Won't you take a ride on my pogo-stick Yeah, take a ride on my pogo-stick You can bounce around with me You can bounce around with me Won't you take a ride on my slip n' slide Won't you take a ride on my slip n' slide You'll be wet and smiling You'll be wet and smiling... And there's no point denying the way you feel.