Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Gonna wash off my clothes, scrape off all of the grease
Gonna lock the doors and turn my back on the world for a while
Gonna stay right there till I paint my masterpiece
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece
She promised that she’d be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece
So many dead roads, so much at stake
I’m at the edge of the river, by the rolling lake
Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
To find dignity
So many roads, so much at stake
So many dead ends, I’m at the edge of the lake
Sometimes I wonder what it’s gonna take
To find dignity
Fat man looking at a blade of steel
Thin man looking at a heartbreaker
Hollow man looking for his last meal
For dignity
Drinkin’ man looking for the man he is
In a room full of covered-up mirrors
Into the lost forgotten years
Of dignity
Fat man lookin’ in a blade of steel
Thin man lookin’ at his last meal
Hollow man lookin’ in a cottonfield
For dignity
Drinkin’ man listenin’ to the voice he hears
In a crowded room full of covered-up mirrors
Lookin’ into the lost forgotten years
For dignity
You may be in Las Vegas
Having lots of fun
Hidin’ in the bushes
Holding a smokin’ gun
You’ve got to serve somebody
Someone got murdered on Christmas Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
Somebody got murdered on New Year’s Eve
Somebody said dignity was the first to leave
I went into the city, went into the town
Went into the land of the midnight sun
I don’t wanna make you go astray
And I don’t wanna see you go away
And I don’t care if you feel like me
See like me or be like me
All I really want to do
All I really want to do
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you
I don’t want to fake you out
Take or shake or forsake you out
I ain’t lookin’ for you to feel like me
See like me or be like me
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you
The blacksmith and the boy-scout, after torturing a thief
Looking up at the hero, the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for us to get sick in?”
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while pounding a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Keeps Galileo busy while his math book gets thrown
In lazy Delila’s lap who sits worthlessly alone
Yet the tears on her cheeks are from laughter.
Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief
Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief
Saying, “Tell me great hero, but please make it brief
Is there a hole for me to get sick in?”
The Commander-in-Chief answers him while chasing a fly
Saying, “Death to all those who would whimper and cry”
And dropping a barbell he points to the sky
Saying, “The sun’s not yellow it’s chicken”
The geometry of innocent flesh on the bone
Causes Galileo’s math book to get thrown
At Delilah who’s sitting worthlessly alone
But the tears on her cheeks are from laughter
