You've got to move
As if you need to know why!?
Chow Mein don't make for Xmas - but it will do.
Got money in your pocket
Got places to go
Don't no-one know your name
You're on a roll
As it flows, you might not know the motion
Ain't no ghost, there's only love or nothing.
Boy have I got a bone to pick
Gratitude don't weigh much on my side of town
Count your blessings
and count 'em well
Fill your cup to the brim
One day you'll drink from a cup of tin
Rain cold
Rain hard
Let it all fall apart
As it flows, you might not know the motion
Ain't no ghost, there's only love or nothing
All you want, and if my hands can touch it it's mine.
Soon you'll be cold.
The flesh on your bones will fail to hold you.
All you kept secretly, safely away from prying eyes must go.
Say, who are you fooling?
The blade comes down.
