I bombed Korea every night.
My engine sang into the salty sky.
I didn't know if I would live or die.
I bombed Korea every night.

I bombed Korea every night.
I bombed Korea every night.
Red flowers bursting down below us.
Those people didn't even know us.
We didn't know if we would live or die.
We didn't know if it was wrong or right.
I bombed Korea every night.

Birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second.

You see birds fall from the window ledge above mine.
Then they flap their wings at the last second.
I can see their dead weight
Just dropping like stones
For small loaves of bread
Past my window all the time.
But unless I get up,
Walk across the room
And peer down below,

She's gonna hand you a red-headed Gabriel,
Coming from the bar in a plastic tie.
He's gonna swing from the Tree of Life.
He's gonna try to sell you on a great big lie.

But when you speak to her,
Her eyes light up.
The music spills right into your cup.
The minstrels play and the waitress brings ice.
There are pies on a carousel.
Have a slice.
But watch out.
She ain't no good for you.

It's three o'clock in the morning,
Or maybe it's four.
I am thinking of you,
Wondering what I should I do,
But I'm finally cutting through this haze.

It's four o'clock in the morning,
Or maybe it's five.
I think I'm alive,
And I think I'll survive.
I'm finally cutting through this haze of love.
Haze of love.
For days and days and days,
I'm in a haze of love.

Well, your CD collection looks shiny and costly.
How much did you pay for your bad Moto Guzi?
And how much did you spend on your black leather jacket?
Is it you or your parents in this income tax bracket?
Now tickets to concerts and drinking at clubs,
Sometimes for music that you haven't even heard of.
And how much did you pay for your rock'n'roll t-shirt
That proves you were there,

Jesus wrote a blank check,
One I haven't cashed quite yet.
I hope I've got a little more time.
I hope it's not the end of the line.
Yeah, Jesus wrote a blank check.
One I haven't cashed yet, all right.

But if I had to choose a number,
I'd want it to be number one.
I don't want to be number two.
Yeah, I don't want to be number four.
But I can hear a knock on the door.

I can't believe it's true.
I can't believe that you
Don't want me anymore.
You're with him,
And you don't even know
That I've been dying all day long
And singing sad, sad songs
And wishing you were gone.

Is this love
Is this love
Is this love
Or should I close the door

My eyes are burning in my head
And seeing only red
And wishing you were dead.

Is this love
Is this love
Is this love

You part the waters,
The same ones that I'm drowning in.
You lead your casual slaughters,
And I'm the one who helps you win.

You've got your grand piano.
You don't even play piano.
I'm the one who plays piano.
You don't even play piano.

You part the waters,
The same ones that I'm thirsty for.
You invite your friends to tea,
But when it's me you lock the door.
You've got your credit cards,

Well Jolene unlocked the thick, breezeway door,
Like she'd done one hundred times before.
Jolene smoothed her dark hair in the mirror.
She folded the towel carefully and put it back in place.

Yeah I want to pull you down into bed.
I want to cast your face in lead.
Well every time I pull you close,
Push my face into your hair,
Cream rinse and tobacco smoke,

Your pentagram is down below our floor.
Your naked body shimmers in the night.
Dancing and chanting in a sacrificial rite.
Your feet are dry with the ashes from dead babies,
Who have passed the test just like all the rest,
But never really understood the reasons why
They took it in the first place.
Ah, in the first place.

Your feasty eyes won't make me fall apart.

Up so close, I never get to see your face.
Microscope, I might as well be out in space.
Up so close, I never get to see the view.
Down your throat, I'm never sure if it's still you.
Up your nose, down to your toes.
In your mouth, way down south.
Up so close, it seems I only think of you.
Up so close, I never see the sky so blue.

I only wanted to be sure
That what it was was really pure.

Do you think she's swimming in your lies
Do you think it's all just murky green
Don't you think that she would realize
Yeah, do you think she has never seen

Cause when the seaweed sinks and the sun gets low,
When the waves retire to the darkness below,
I know, I know Ruby sees all.
I know, I know Ruby sees.

I can feel the pressure building high.
You should see you're headed for a storm.

You need to straighten your posture and suck in your gut.
You need to pull back your shoulders and tighten your butt.
Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode.
If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads.

You need to find some new feathers and buy some new clothes.
Just get rid of the antlers and lighten your load.
Yeah, come Comanche, Comanche, Comanche, commode.