Hey there sugar where ya gunna go? I'm going downtown Daddy-O What ya gunna do when you get there, girl? I'm gunna get messed up in a God-Shaped Hole Hey Mr Hophead, what ya gunna do? I'm going downtown for some bad ju-ju Ya going downtown too, Mr. Gigolo? Damn right I am, Daddy-O...
There is a light thay shines over this city tonight There is a light that shines over this city tonight Let it shine
O Mr High Roller where ya gunna go? Where the real high-rollin rollers roll real dough Hey Mr Killer Man what ya gunna do? Me and Mr Death are going downtown too Ain't there one God Fearing citizen about? They're all holed up and they ain't comin' out What about Mr. Preacher to forgive us our sins? Not that carrion crow with blood on his chin And Mr. Politician can't he lend a hand? He's too busy sucking on the guts of this town And what about God and this Armageddon? He's all blissed out, man, up in Heaven Ain't there nowhere to run, ain't there nowhere to go? ( line 3 more times) Yeah, look to the sky, Daddy-O
There is a light that shines over this city tonight There is a light that shines over this city tonight Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine
What are the little kids gunna do, man? The little kids are all standing around What are the kids doing, do you know? They are looking to the Sky, Daddy-O.
When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree, There will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted there is Still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be. let it be. Let it be, let it be. Whisper words of wisdom, let it be
And when the night is cloudy, There is still a light that shines on me, Shine on until tomorrow, let it be. I wake up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be. Let it be, let it be. There will be an answer, let it be. Let it be, let it be, Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires Hey man, you know you're never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man in a dusty black coat with a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul, but there won't be a single thing that you can do He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You don't have no money? He'll get you some You don't have no car? He'll get you one You don't have no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, 'cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand
Take a litle walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires Hey man, you know you're never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You ain't got no money? He'll get you some You ain't got no car? He'll get you one You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
(Organ solo)
You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand
(Organ solo)
Extra verse from DJ Spooky Remix (From Scream 2 Soundtrack): He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake (Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't getting near much as he will take.
He's a...
He's mumbling words you can't understand He's mumbling word behind his red right hand.
People just ain't no good I think that's welll understood You can see it everywhere you look People just ain't no good
We were married under cherry trees Under blossom we made pour vows All the blossoms come sailing down Through the streets and through the playgrounds
The sun would stream on the sheets Awoken by the morning bird We'd buy the Sunday newspapers And never read a single word
People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good
Seasons came, Seasons went The winter stripped the blossoms bare A different tree now lines the streets Shaking its fists in the air The winter slammed us like a fist The windows rattling in the gales To which she drew the curtains Made out of her wedding veils
People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all
To our love send a dozen white lilies To our love send a coffin of wood To our love let aal the pink-eyed pigeons coo That people they just ain't no good To our love send back all the letters To our love a valentine of blood To our love let all the jilted lovers cry That people they just ain't no good
It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They can comfort you, some even try They nurse you when you're ill of health They bury you when you go and die It ain't that in their hearts they're bad They'd stick by you if they could But that's just bullshit People just ain't no good
People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good People they ain't no good at all
Take a litle walk to the edge of town Go across the tracks Where the viaduct looms, like a bird of doom As it shifts and cracks Where secrets lie in the border fires, in the humming wires Hey man, you know you're never coming back Past the square, past the bridge, past the mills, past the stacks On a gathering storm comes a tall handsome man In a dusty black coat with a red right hand
He'll wrap you in his arms, tell you that you've been a good boy He'll rekindle all the dreams it took you a lifetime to destroy He'll reach deep into the hole, heal your shrinking soul Hey buddy, you know you're never ever coming back He's a god, he's a man, he's a ghost, he's a guru They're whispering his name through this disappearing land But hidden in his coat is a red right hand
You ain't got no money? He'll get you some You ain't got no car? He'll get you one You ain't got no self-respect, you feel like an insect Well don't you worry buddy, cause here he comes Through the ghettos and the barrio and the bowery and the slum A shadow is cast wherever he stands Stacks of green paper in his red right hand
(Organ solo)
You'll see him in your nightmares, you'll see him in your dreams He'll appear out of nowhere but he ain't what he seems You'll see him in your head, on the TV screen And hey buddy, I'm warning you to turn it off He's a ghost, he's a god, he's a man, he's a guru You're one microscopic cog in his catastrophic plan Designed and directed by his red right hand
(Organ solo)
Extra verse from DJ Spooky Remix (From Scream 2 Soundtrack): He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake (Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't getting near much as he will take.
He's a...
He's mumbling words you can't understand He's mumbling word behind his red right hand.
I stepped into an avalanche It covered up my soul When I am not this hunchback that you see I sleep beneath the golden hill You who wish to conquer pain You must learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident As you go down to your goal This cripple here that you clothe and feed Is neither starved nor cold He does not ask for your company Not at the centre, the centre of the world
I who am on a pedestal You did not raise me there Your laws do not compel me now To kneel grotesque and bare For I myself am the pedestal For this ugly hump at which you stare
You who wish to conquer pain You must learn what makes me kind The crumbs of love that you offer me Are the crumbs I've left behind Your pain is no credential here It's just a shadow of my wound
I have begun to ask for you I who have no greed I have begun to long for you I who have no need You say you've gone away from me But I can feel you when you breathe
Do not dress in those rags for me I know you are not poor And do not love me quite so fiercely now When you know that you are not sure It is your turn, my beloved one It is your flesh that I wear
The Captain's fore-arm like bunched-up rope with A-N-I-T-A wrigglin' free on a skull'n'dagger and a portrait of Christ, nailed to an anchor etched into his upper... O o o' Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever! Slams his fucken tin-dish down Our Captain, takes time to crush Some Bloo-Bottles glowin in his gruel with a lump in his throat, and lumpy mush Thumbing a scrapbook stuck up with clag and a morbid lump of Love in his flags. Done is the Missing, now all that remain Is to sail forever, upon the stain Cabin Fever! O o o' Cabin Fever!
The captain's free-hand is a cleaver which he fashions his beard, n' he rations his jerkey! and carves his peg outa the finest mahagony! Or was it Ebony? etc...
Tallies up his loneliness, notch by notch For the sea offers nuthin to hold or touch Notch by notch, winter by winter Notch x notch, winter x winter
Now his leg is whittled, right down to a splinter O o Cabin Fever! O o o Cabin Fever! O the rollin sea still rollin on! She's everywhere! now that she's gone! Gone! Gone! O Cabin Fever! O Cabin Fever!
Welcome to his table, Beloved-Unconscious Raisin her host of hair from her crooks and strugglin to summony one of her looks! His arm now like coiled s-s-s-snakes Whips all the bottles that he's drunken, like crystal - skittles about the cabin, of a ship they'd been sailing
Ah wanna tell ya 'bout a girl You know, she lives in room 29 Why... Why... that's the one right up top a mine Ah start to cry, Ah start to cry
O Ah hear her walkin' Walkin' barefoot cross the floor-boards All thru this lonesome night Ah hear her crying too. Hot-tears come splashin on down Leaking thru the cracks, Down upon my face, Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Ah catch'em in my mouth! Walk'n'cry Walk'n'cry-y!!!
From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity!
Ah read her diary on her sheets Scrutinizin' every lil bit of dirt Tore out a page'n'stufft it inside my shirt Fled outa the window, And shinning it down the vine Outa her night-mare, and back into mine Mine! O Mine!
From her to eternity! From her to eternity! From her to eternity! Cry! Cry! CRY!
She's wearing them bloo-stockens, ah bet! and standin' like this with my ear to the ceiling Listen, Ah know it must sound absurd but Ah can hear the most melancholy sound Ah ever heard! Walk'n'cry! Kneel'n'cry-y!
From her to eternity! From her to eternity!
O tell me why? O tell me why? Oh Why? Why? Why? O tell me why and don't tell me a lie! Why the ceiling still shakes? Shakes! Shakes! Shakes! Why the fixtures turn to serpents and snakes?
This desire to possess her is a wound and its naggin at me like a shrew but, Ah know, that to possess her Is, therefore, not to desire her.
O o o then ya know, that lil girl would just have to go! Go! Go-o-o! From her to eternity!
As the snow flies On a cold and grey Chicago morn A poor little baby child is born in the ghetto
And his mama cries Cause there's one thing that she don't need Is another little hungry mouth to feed in the ghetto
Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
And the world turns And the hungry little boy with the runny nose Plays in the streets as the cold wind blows in the ghetto And his hunger burns So he starts to roam the streets at night And he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight in the ghetto
Then one night in desperation The young man breaks away He buys a gun and steals a car He tries to run but he don't get far And his mama cries A crowd gathers round an angry young man Face down in the street with a gun in his hand in the ghetto
Oh people don't you understand This child needs a helping hand He's gonna grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me Are we that blind to see? Do we simply turn our heads and look the other way?
And as her young man dies On a cold and grey Chicago morn Another little baby child is born in the ghetto
The moon is in the gutter And the stars wash down the sink I am the king of the blues I scape the clay off my shoes And wade down the gutter and the moon
The moon blinds my eye with opal cataracts As I cut through the saw-mills and the stacks, Leaping over the gully where I would one day take Lucy Then wash up my hands in the gutter and the moon.
Such a long way from home, just me and The moon is in the gutter All my plans are flushed down the drain I wander lonely as a cloud Over memories at her mound Then lie down in the bitter gutter moon.
