16 Greatest Hits lyrics

Can you tell me how you feel
When you turn on your tv
When you see me singing through my tears
I've saved up all these years
Can you tell me what you see
When you read the magazines
Do you see yourself in me
When you read the magazines
When the DJ plays this song
Can you tell me what you hear

And I hope you feel the way we felt
When you put us all through hell

Hey Michel how's life are you ok
I wonder if you ever think of me
It's been 9 years since that kiss
I can help but reminisce
Hey Michel do you remember

We walked the street to the beat
Hand in hand you and me
Smiling faces so in love
Hoping that they all could see
That we belonged together you and me against the world
But we found out the hard way cause it wasn't meant to be

They say that sometimes
you've got to pick up arms and fight
for what you believe is right
some say
that's just not the way
you will only make things worse

so I close my eyes and turn my head away
and I hope it'll be all right
fall into a restless sleep
while so many innocent die
that's why I sing

(chorus)
hail to all of us
hail to all of us down here (2x)

maybe someday soon

She cam to and her
Whole life was how she remembered it
She had a mouth full of fur
And she was laughing
She parked her hearse across
Three spaces posted for motorcycles only
And jumped out shouting
What the cus could make a nice girl like us
Feel so lonely?

Are you weary as water
In a faucet left dripping
With an incessant sadness
Like a sad record skipping
And an ugly and ornery

The sun is settin on the century
And we are armed to the teeth
We are all working together now
To make our lives mercifully brief
Schoolkids keep trying to teach us
What guns are all about
Confuse liberty with weaponry
And watch your kids act it out
Every year now like Christmas
Some boy gets the mildfed surburban blues
Reaches for the avaliable aresenal

she came to and her

whole life was how she remembered it

she had a mouth full of fur

and she was laughing

she parked her hearse across
three spaces posted motorcycles only

and jumped out shouting

wha the cus could make a nice girl like us

feel so lonely?

are you weary as water

in a faucet left dripping

with an incessant sadness

like a sad record skipping

Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day,
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line.
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl,
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl, but here's what they find --
Now, the police at the port of entry say,
"You're number fourteen thousand for today."
CHORUS:

there's no place in this world where i'll belong when i'm gone.
and i won't know the right from the wrong when i'm gone.
and you won't find me singin' on this song when i'm gone,
so i guess i'll have to do it while i'm here.
and i won't feel the flowing of the time when i'm gone.
all the pleasures of love will not be mine when i'm gone.
my pen won't pour out a lyric line when i'm gone,

Pistol shots ring out in the barroom night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall.
She sees the bartender in a pool of blood,
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!"
Here comes the story of the Hurricane,
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done.
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could-a been
The champion of the world.

Our father who art in a penthouse
Sits in his 37th floor suite
And swivels to gaze down
At the city he made me in
He allows me to stand and
Sollicit graffiti until
He needs the land I stand on
I in my darkened threshold
Am pawing through my pockets
The receipts, the bus schedules
The matchbook phone numbers
The urgent napkin poems
All of which laundering has rendered

The big day has come
The bell is sounding
I run my hands through my hair one last time
Outside the prison walls
The town is gathering
People are trading crime for crime

Everyone needs to see the prisoner
They need to make it even easier
They see me as a symbol, and not a human being
That way they can kill me
Say it's not murder, it's a metaphor
We are killing off our own failure

Got a garden of songs
Where I grow all my thoughts
Wish I could harvest one or two
For some small talk
I'm always starving for words
Whenever you're around
Nothing on my tongue
So much in the ground
Nothing on my tongue
So much in the ground

Half the time I got my gaze
Trained on your motel door
Fourth door from the end
Rest of the time my gaze lays

I want somebody who sees the pointlessness
And still keeps their purpose in mind
I want somebody who has a tortured soul
Some of the time
I want somebody who will either put out for me
Or put me out of my misery
Or maybe just put it all to words
And make me say, you know
I never heard it put that way
Make me say, what did you just say?