People living their lives for you on TV
They say they're better than you and you agree
He says hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls
Says, 'Come here boy, there ain't nothing for free'
Another burger, another hot dog, some fries
A wish in the well, hope your health don't go to hell, well
Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill, another cute cheap thrill
You know you love him if you put him in your will, but

Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower?
Who will save your soul after those lies that you told, boy?
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?

We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
The cops want somebody to bust down on Orleans Avenue
Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower
Went up where the homeless had their homes
So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers
But we call religion our friend
We're so worried about saving our souls
Afraid that God will take his toll
That we forget to begin, but

Repeat

Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
You've got Social Security, but it doesn't pay your bills
There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay
So you bargain with the devil, but you're okay for today
You say that you love them, take their money and run
Say, it's been swell sweetheart, but it was just one of those things
Those flings, those strings you've got to cut
So get out on the streets girls and bust your butts

Repeat

(Scat)

Pieces Of You

She's an ugly girl, does it make you want to kill her?
She's an ugly girl, does it make you want to kick in her face?
She's an ugly girl, she doesn't pose a threat
She's an ugly girl, does that make you feel safe?

Ugly girl, ugly girl
Do you hate her because she's pieces of you?

She's a pretty girl, does that make you think nasty thoughts?
She's a pretty girl, do you want to tie her down?
She's a pretty girl, do you call her a bitch?
She's a pretty girl, did she sleep with your whole town?

Pretty girl, pretty girl
Do you hate her because she's pieces of you?

You say he's a faggot, does it make you want to kill him?
You say he's a faggot, do you want to kick in his brain?
You say he's a faggot, does it make you sick to your stomach?
You say he's a faggot, are you afraid you're just the same?

Faggot, faggot
Do you hate him because he's pieces of you?

You say he's a Jew, does it mean that he's tight?
You say he's a Jew, do you want to hurt his kids tonight?
You say he's a Jew, he'll never wear that funny hat again
You say he's a Jew, as though being born were a sin

Oh Jew, oh Jew
Do you hate him because he's pieces of you?

Little Sister

Hey little sister, I heard you went to Mr. So and So
Knock-knock-knocking on his door again last night
Said you needed it bad, but you know that ain't right
'Cause so many times you've come to me cry-crying
Trying to stop, you said it hurts so bad
But please don't let you go back for more
My little sister is a zombie in a body with no soul
A role she has learned to play in a world today
Where nothing else matters
But it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls
Not our addictions or afflictions of pain
To avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves
To get any answers, we gotta start feeding our souls
Have been lost to the millions of lots
Who feed on addiction selling pills and what's hot
And I wish I could save them from all their delusions
All the confusion of a nation that starves for salvation
But clothing is the closest approximation of God
And He only knows that drugs are all we know of love
Every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer
Instead of a handshake or hug
We spill the pills and sweep them under the rug
My little sister is a zombie in a body with no soul
A role she has learned to play in a world today
Where nothing else matters
But it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls
Hey little sister, I heard you went to Mr. So and So
Knock-knock-knocking on his door again last night
Said you needed more

Foolish Games

You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that
And I watched from my window
Always felt I was outside, looking in on you
You were always the mysterious one
With dark eyes and careless hair
You were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
Then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
Besides some comment on the weather
Well, in case you failed to notice
In case you failed to see
This is my heart bleeding before you
This is me down on my knees, and

These foolish games are tearing me apart
And your thoughless words are breaking my heart
You're breaking my heart

You were always brilliant in the morning
Smoking your cigarettes, and talking over coffee
Your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you
You love Mozart, and you'd speak of your loved ones
As I clumsily strummed my guitar
You'd teach me of honest things
Things that were daring, things that were clean
Things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
So I hid my soiled hands behind my back
Somewhere along the lines I must've gone off track with you
Well, excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebosy else
Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself

Repeat

You took your coat off and stood in the rain
You were always crazy like that

Near You Always

Please don't say I love you
Those words touch me much too deeply
And they make my core tremble
Don't think you realize the effect you have over me
And please look at me like that
It just makes me want to make you near me always
Please don't kiss me so sweet
It makes me crave a thousand kisses to follow
And please don't touch me like that
It makes every other embrace seem pale and shallow
And please don't come so close
It just makes me want to make you near me always

Please don't bring me flowers
They only whisper the sweet things you'd say
And don't try to understand me
Your hands already know too much anyway
It makes me want to make you near me always

And when you look in my eyes
Please know my heart is in your hands
It's nothing that I understand
But when in your arms you have complete power over me
So be gentle if you please because
Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth baby
And it makes me want to make you near me always
Your hands are in my hair, but my heart is in your teeth baby
And it makes me want to make you near me always
Wanna be near you always
Wanna be near you always
Wanna be near you always

Painters

Eighty years ago, an old lady now
Sitting on the front porch, watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her
And of times long ago when she used color carelessly
Painted his portrait a thousand times -
Or maybe just his smile
Her and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go

Because they were painters
And they were painting themselves a lovely world

Oil-streaked daisies covered the living room walls
He put water-colored roses in her hair
He said, 'Love, I love you
I want to give you the mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too
I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me

Because I'm a painter
and I want to paint you a lovely world'

So they sat down and made a drawing of their love
They made it an art to live by
They painted every passion, every home
Created every beautiful child
In the winter they were weavers of warmth
In summer they were carpenters of love
They thought blueprints were too sad so they made them yellow

Because they were painters
And they were painting themselves a lovely world

Until one day when the rain fell as thick as black oil
And in her heart she knew something was wrong
She went running through the orchard screaming
'No God, don't take him from me!'
And by the time she got there, she feared he already had gone
She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her
She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me
With nothing left behind but these cold paintings
These cold portraits to remind me'

He said, 'Love I only leave a little, try to understand
I put my soul in this life we've created with these four hands
Love, I leave, but only a little, this world holds me still
My body may die now, but these paintings are real'

So many seasons came and many seasons went
And many times she saw her love's face watering the flowers
Talking to the trees and singing to his children
And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening
And, oh, how he seemed to laugh along
And how he seemed to hold her when she was crying

Because they were painters
And they had painted themselves a lovely world

Eighty years ago, an old lady now
Sitting on the front porch, watching the clouds roll by
They remind her of her lover, how he left her
And of times long ago when she used color carelessly
Painted his portrait a thousand times -
Or maybe just his smile
Her and her canvas would follow him wherever they would go
Yes, her and her canvas still follow

Because they are painters
And they are painting themselves a lovely
Yes, they are painters
And they are painting themselves a lovely world

Morning Song

Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleep
Let the world spin outside our door
You're the only one that I wanna see
Tell your boss you're sick
Hurry, get back in, I'm getting cold
Get over here and warm my hands up, boy
It's you they love to hold
And stop thinking about what your sister said
And stop worrying about it
Yes, the cat's already been fed
Come on darling, let's go back to bed

Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
Do not answer the door
It's you that I adore
I'm gonna give you some more

We'll sit on the front porch
The sun can warm my feet
You can drink your coffee with sugar and cream
I'll drink my decaf herbal tea
Pretend we're perfect strangers
Adn that we never met
My, you remind me of a man I used to sleep with
That's a face I'd never forget
You can be Henry Miller and I'll be Anais Nin
Except this time it'll be even better
We'll stay together in the end
Come on darling, let's go back to bed

Put the phone machine on hold
Leave the dishes in the sink
Do not answer the door
For you I'd be a poor man's wife
I'm gonna give you some more

Let the phone ring, let's go back to sleep