You search your mind That’s what it’s there for Check all the whys’ And all the wherefores’
In your mind You’re tall and brave Riding the crest Of a high and beautiful wave
You make your movements known And where you want to be And everybody knows That’s how it’s got to be In the sheltered morning sun In the sheltered morning sun
Internally You make your own rules You’ll have excuses The ones that you choose
In the end You deem unsafe; Riding the crest Of a high and beautiful wave
You make your movements known And where you want to be And everybody knows That’s how it’s got to be In the sheltered morning sun In the sheltered morning sun
There comes a time You don’t even know what’s missing Some sugar to make the pill go down
You need a line A push in the right direction The sugar that makes the pill go down
True True to form True to pre-existing norms
Truly wasted At a rave Riding the crest Of a high and beautiful wave
A friend of a friend needs a favor. No questions asked, there's not much more to say.
友人の友人に気を使う必要があった。 何も聞かず、あまり言わなかった。
Me and the wife, we need the money. We've got four kids all hungry, one on the way. Slip these sweat socks in your shirt and pray they think your packin'. Be sure to keep your head down, don't look 'em in the eye. And don't get fancy, Ricky, we ain't Jimmy Cagney. Look at me, let's do the job and let's get home tonight.
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights. We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right. And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn. Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs. On the Right Side of Wrong.
We picked a helluva of a night, from the shore I see the skyline. In a couple of hours from now Rick, we're gonna get out of this life. We'll stop for smokes, I brought a six pack, we'll stop at lookers on the way back. Hell, we'll laugh this off, keep your fingers crossed that all goes well tonight.
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights. We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right. And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn. Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs. On the Right Side of Wrong.
We'll make the grade, they'll know our names, I need a friend to drive here. Wear my necklace of St. Christopher and talk to him while I go inside. I'll take that suitcase, get the cash and we'll be gone before you know. Wait until we tell the girls we're moving down to the Gulf of Mexico...
A friend of a friend needed a favor. Life was just what happened while we were busy making plans. We never saw nothing, there was a run-in. .9 millimeter steel was coming for the windshield of that Oldsmobile. As the cop said, "Show your hands!".
I got a half tank of gas and if we run all the lights. We'll slip across the border on the wrong side of right. And just like Butch and Sundance we'll ride until the dawn. Sipping whiskey, singing cowboy songs.
I've had enough of danger And people on the streets I'm looking out for angels Just trying to find some peace Now I think it's time That you let me know So if you love me Say you love me But if you don't just let me go...
'Cause teacher There are things that I don't want to learn And the last one I had Made me cry So I don't want to learn to Hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because it ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
When you were just a stranger And I was at your feet I didn't feel the danger Now I feel the heat That look in your eyes Telling me no So you think that you love me Know that you need me I wrote the song, I know it's wrong Just let me go...
And teacher There are things That I don't want to learn Oh the last one I had Made me cry So I don't want to learn to Hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because it ain't no joy For an uptown boy Whose teacher has told him goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
So when you say that you need me That you'll never leave me I know you're wrong, you're not that strong Let me go
And teacher There are things That I still have to learn But the one thing I have is my pride Oh so I don't wanna learn to Hold you, touch you Think that you're mine Because there ain't no joy For an uptown boy Who just isn't willing to try