You walk into the room With your pencil in your hand You see somebody naked And you say, "Who is that man?" You try so hard But you don't understand Just what you'll say When you get home
Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
You raise up your head And you ask, "Is this where it is?" And somebody points to you and says "It's his" And you say, "What's mine?" And somebody else says, "Where what is?" And you say, "Oh my God Am I here all alone?"
Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
You hand in your ticket And you go watch the geek Who immediately walks up to you When he hears you speak And says, "How does it feel To be such a freak?" And you say, "Impossible" As he hands you a bone
Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
You have many contacts Among the lumberjacks To get you facts When someone attacks your imagination But nobody has any respect Anyway they already expect you To just give a check To tax-deductible charity organizations
You've been with the professors And they've all liked your looks With great lawyers you have Discussed lepers and crooks
You've been through all of F. Scott Fitzgerald's books You're very well read It's well known
Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, the sword swallower, he comes up to you And then he kneels He crosses himself And then he clicks his high heels And without further notice He asks you how it feels And he says, "Here is your throat back Thanks for the loan"
Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
Now you see this one-eyed midget Shouting the word "NOW" And you say, "For what reason?" And he says, "How?" And you say, "What does this mean?" And he screams back, "You're a cow Give me some milk Or else go home"
Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
Well, you walk into the room Like a camel and then you frown You put your eyes in your pocket And your nose on the ground There ought to be a law Against you comin' around You should be made To wear earphones
Because something is happening here But you don't know what it is Do you, Mister Jones?
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more No, I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I wake up in the morning, fold my hands and pray for rain A head full of ideas are driving me insane It's a shame the way she makes me scrub the floor I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
Well, he hands you a nickel, he hands you a dime He asks you with a grin if you are having a good time Then he fines you every time you slam the door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's brother no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
Well, he puts his cigar out in your face just for kicks His bedroom window, it is made out of bricks The National Guard stands around his door I ain't gonna work for Maggie's pa no more
I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more No, I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
Well, she talks to all the servants about man and God and law Everybody says she's the brains behind pa She's thirty-two, but she says she's twenty-four I ain't gonna work for Maggie's ma no more
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Well, I try my best to be just like I am But everybody wants you to be just like them They say, "Sing," while you slave and I just get bored I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
Jennifer dates a man in a '60s cover band He's the Ess-Dog, Sean if you wish She's 18, he's 31 She's a rich girl, he's a son of a Coca-Cola middle man
Kiss when they listen to "Brothers in Arms" And if there's something wrong with this They don't see the harm In joining their forces and singing along
See those rings on her toes Check that frisbee and his Volvo It's a Volvo with ancient plates They've got a dog, she named Trey A retriever with a frayed bandana 'round his neck
Trey has a window into their relationship The baby-talk voices and the post-nasal trip But it all seems to function At least in the dog's mind
Let me out of here Let me out of here You got to let me out of here You got to let me out of here Let me out of her, out of here, out of here
Jennifer left for school up in Boulder And that Ess-Dog came to visit when he could But the strain was too much They could not make up for distance And the distance between their years
Neither one listens to "Brothers in Arms" And the Ess-Dog waits tables and he sold his guitar Jenny pledged Kappa and she started Pre-Law And off came those awful toe rings Off came those awful toe rings
Hate recreated A revelation A-listen to me I'll tell you I'm about to run And the ceiling's are undone
Specialized victories For overage whores I felt up your feelings And they left me no more time To see what I want to find
(Believe) let it go (And leave) The shots in closing (Believe) Discretion grove For it's time to go there Yeah, there's time, there's time, there's time To go there
A Celt alcoholic Feeling past blue I'm tryin to get up From sending all my selves to you And in times I tilted you
Major Alfonso Mined up the gold The ceremonial dead trees Told him all that he could do And it's all we do to run, run, run, run
(Believe) let it go (And leave) The shots in closing (Believe) Discretion grove For it's time to go there
You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid Discretion wind, let it go
You're never gonna run aground until the sun is down You are gonna hear the sound of a crazy ship On an insane raid
Just crash our wind on a manic bay Distract the wind on a manic bay Scratch the wind on a manic Bay
What you gonna do? I don't know, my friend But I'm open to suggestion if you'll proffer two cents Give me something I can hang my coat on, yeah!
Nine times out of ten I'm not the guidance type I've been sitting on a fencepost for the brunt of my life And now I need some help to find out what I feel, it kills
It kills the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see There's more to you than what you think and need
Where you gonna go? I don't know, my friend But I'll take this road forever or until it does end Here or there or someplace else, man, anywhere!
Maybe to the west Where they don't fall down In a canyon of a valley in a twenty-horse town A voluntary rest home where they lecture you, it kills
It kills the time Until you fill your heart, you'll see there's more to you than what you think and need
We can share our bland opinions About the quality of air and all will be right All will be right on top
There's a place in old dominion Near that courthouse by the square Where all will be right All will be right on top of the day
Rationalized confusion, memento morial You're turning ugly into ease, you're naked in a towel Well pride's a swollen subset It will never never never pipe down
At the yoga olympics, murdered by a single kick You tower over everything the rest are dog tits The cemetery headstone is a rock in the rain, the rain Is pain
I've hardly been Cannot get in Unlike the sky: Wide and never lost
The fallacy of selflessness, the friendship etiquette Normal is weirder than you would care to admit Fatigued by socialized You're tired and tender
I went to see a "go to gigs a lone type of band" They elucidate something that all alone understand The shab ability to locate quagmire hearts on the map It's a trap!
I've hardly been Cannot get in Unlike the sky: Wide and never lost
We meet again Riding our divisible bodies Feel no shame Luck is love is on
If you need the pain Well you are, yes you are so much like me Seasons change--nothing lasts for long Except the earth and the mountains So learn to sing along and languish here Help me languish here
It was long ago That all of your willing dimensions Lost the flow And vanished in vaneer
But iI want to know If you are, yes you are so much like me Steel restraints Zodiac ballet, everybody play There's no more counting days, you languish here Help me languish here
You said, "done is good," But done well is so much fucking better Share the wealth And cauterize the tears
If you want to know Well you are, yes you are so much like me Freeze the saints Such a subtle read, exquisite pedigree Just let yourself be and languish here Help me languish here
Came from the top of the deck Warm and direct No more shoes No more news No more blues
Iranian gown on your frame Born to the game No more shoes No more news No more blues--getcha back!
All my stray thoughts They are unarranged All my stray thoughts They are impure
Give me sidearm compliments Give an autopsy of the event Such uneven principles Time and time and time again Spare me your contrarian thaw
Beautiful nerves, send you wild Lost in a pile Of old shoes Of old news Of old blues
A gallery of vivid dreams Torn and extreme No more shoes No more news No more shoes No more blues No more, no more, no more, no more No more more more more blues