he's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
all the way
all the way, lord
from up to heaven
he's a mighty good leader
all the way

he led my mother
he led my mother
he led my mother
all the way
all the way, lord
from up to heaven
he led my mother
all the way

he's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
he's a mighty good leader
all the way

open up the door
lay the orange juice on the floor
we're having a picnic on the other side of town

there's sleeping bags and fire
and it's getting down to the wire
so grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

'cause its getting hard to think
and my clothes are starting to shrink
and the moon is saggin down like a metal ball

and the world is a holiday
smokin' in an old ashtray

well there ain't nobody left to impress
and everyone's kissing their own hands
this 666 on the kitchen floor
ain't no fire in the pan
I get lonesome...

so glad to be a slab
stiff as a stick on a board
I get thoughts and dirty socks
piled in the corner
I get lonesome...

getting fat on your own fear
bring that beer over here
I stomp on the floor
just to make a sound
I get lonesome...

There's nobody
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get from here to there

There's nobody
There's no mountain
There's no tunnel
You can't get from there to here
You can't get from here to there

There hasn't been a change in the atmosphere
Nothing twisting round, burning down, coming round
There hasn't been a change for over a year

definitely this is the wrong place to be
there's blood on the futon
there's a kid drinking fire
going down to the sea
they got people to meet
shaking hands with themselves
looking out for themselves

when they ask you for credit
give them a branch
when they want you to get it
chew on the grass
I know I know 'cause they told me to tell you
there's nothing to tell you
there's nothing to sell you

I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
The world is your oyster
And the trashbags are your kids
The ceiling is invisible
There's a bird sinking through the sky
And every hour that passes
It's teachin me how to cry
Because it's lonely here
In the ugly part of town
The buildings are all vacant
And the telephones are down

There's a police siren singing
Like a tiger with no skin

Open up the door
Lay the orange juice on the floor
We're having a picnic on the other side of town

The sleeping bags on fire
And it's getting down to the wire
So grab yourself a spot and settle down awhile

Cos its getting hard to think
And my clothes are starting to shrink
And the moon is sagging down like a metal ball

And the world is a holiday
Smoking in an old ashtray

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

He led my mother
He led my mother
He led my mother
All the way
All the way, lord
From up to heaven
He led my mother
All the way

He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
He's a mighty good leader
All the way

stand outside with a suitcase
(there's a forcefield round my neck)
walk around all the while
(and it stands just where I sat)
look at the people driving backwards
(and the stance I took on that)
no particular style
(leaves that forcefield round my back)

don't let it get near you
don't let it get too close
don't let it turn you into
(and the stance I took on that)
the things you hate the most

Fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
Bend your body to the heavens above
Don’t get drunk, don’t get dry
Just bring your money next saturday night

Forteen miles on a teton trail
With a half-dead mule and nothin’ on my mind
All my life I been talkin’ fast
Takin’ all the things that I shoulda let pass

Throw my hat on a coffin nail
Put another brick in the fireplace

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
Jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow

Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans and just clap your hands and just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at

from these shores where we belong
I have seen the the land beyond
where the Lord is strange and strong
I have seen the the land beyond
there's no telling who'll be dead
when the pale horse is turning red
and the tongues will burn in vain
and everything will feel the same
there's no patience there's no peace
I have seen the land beyond
where the gravestones never cease

seventeen years in the city
static clinging to the ceiling
never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)
never did I think it would come to this
(outcome is different than I expected)

bright cops and cheerleaders
eyebrows painted on their heads
a mouthfull of rotting cavities
drinking coca-cola in the street

never did I think it would come to this

you're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
my dreams never come true
you're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
my dreams never come true

I first met you down on lover's lane
the birds were insane
flapping all about
softly you would sing
swinging in your swing
it wasn't night it wasn't day

you're just the girl of my dreams but it seems
my dreams never come true

I wake up and look upon your painted eyelids
the world is your oyster
and the trashbags are your kids
the ceiling is invisible
there's a bird sinkin' through the sky
and every hour that passes
is teachin me how to cry
cuz it's lonely here
in the ugly part of town
the buildings are all vacant
and the telephones are down

there's a police siren singing
like a tiger with no skin

there's nobody
there's no mountain
there's no tunnel
you can't get from there to here
you can't get from here to there
[repeat]

there hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
(nothing twistin round, burnin down, come around)
there hasn't been a change for over a year
(slidin through, divided through, hiding you)
there hasn't been a change in the atmostphere
(shut it up, rollin up, finding you)