| Opening Lyrics | Song Title |
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| You've got the cool water when the fever runs high. You've got that look of love light in your eyes. | |
| It was a slow day, and the sun was beating on the soldiers by the side of the road. | |
| Fat Charlie the archangel sloped into the room. | |
| If you leap awake in the mirror of a bad dream and for a fraction of a second you can't remember where you are... | |
| We heard the fireworks, rushed out to watch the sky. Happy-go-lucky, fourth of July. | |
| 'Well, did you bring me my money? My cab fare? My new shoes? I've got expenses, y'know, where's my weekly dues?' | |
| When I think back on all the crap I learned in High School, it's a wonder I can think at all. | |
| May twelve angels guard you as you sleep. Maybe that's a waste of angels; I don't know. | |
| Well I'm accustomed to a smooth ride, or maybe I'm a dog who's lost his bite. | |
| The Mississippi Delta was shining like a national guitar. | |
| A family of musicians took shelter for the night in the little harbour church of St Cecilia | |
| There's been some hard feelings here about some words that were said... | |
| The mama pyjama rolled out of bed and she ran to the police station. | |
| The couple in the next room are bound to win a prize, they've been going at it all night long. | |
| I met my old lover on the street last night, she seemed so glad to see me. | |
| She was beautiful as southern skies the night he met her; she was married to someone. | |
| 'The problem is all inside your head,' she said to me... | |
| Truth or lie? The silence is revealing an empty sky, a hidden mound of stone. | |
| One and one-half wandering Jews, free to wander wherever they choose... | |
| We sailed up a river wide as a sea, and slept on the banks on the leaves of a banyan tree... | |
| A man walks down the street and he says 'Why am I soft in the middle now? Why am I soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?' | |
| After I'd died and the make-up had dried I went back to my place. | |
| The first thing I remember I was lying in my bed, I couldn't have been more than one or two. | |
| Down among the reeds and rushes, a baby boy was found; his eyes as clear as centuries, his silky hair was brown. | |
| It's carbon and monoxide, the old Detroit perfume.... | |
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