What kind of people are in this town? *beep* and idiots. That's what it takes to make the world go round. Which one are you?
It is it It is I I am it Ain't I It is not What I am not What am I I am a man A man in no man's land I understand
I hate to work But I need a job You got any ideas? I won't do this And I won't do that You got any ideas? I hate to work But I need the dough You got any ideas? I know Maybe I come work for you You be the boss, I'll be the slave I'll do your dirt while I'm digging my grave I'll bury my bones when I break my back But I'll be back Again Tomorrow You know why? Cause I'm moving on up You know why? Cause I'm moving on up What about you, you working? Not me You know why? Cause I'm moving on up
I walked into your ocean Freed like a slave Laid down in your waters Like a shallow grave The sound of your laughter It rose on the waves
An angel flying by Looked me in the eyes And she said I can be hip
It ain't the gig. It's everything around it. It's what happens on the way to the gig - that's the gig.
This one is for all you famous people out there Fame - the temptation is killing me; maybe the suspense
Who is going to make it Who is going to make it big Who's just doing what you do But who's who You dig There's a party on the line It's raging in the hills And burning up space and time Like hundred dollar bills I'm stuck here in limbo Trying to make it in this town Cause if you ain't moving up You're moving on down The world's turning inside out And you fat cats don't know what it's all about You haven't made it in this town Until you've gotten out
I love the ocean. It's so deep. It understands everything. Experiences everything. And survives everything.
I saw an angel fly by She looked me in the eye She said I could be hip Or I could be hypnotized She said life is living life Life as we know it, is dreaming life G-d is a poet, who lends He said to me, son Haven't you heard Live your life It's your life, isn't it It takes emotion To understand Live your life To awaken to the new