Mo Money, Mo Murder, Mo Homicide
were smoking out along the open road;
the night was very dark and thick between them,
each man beneath his ordinary load.
"I'd like to tell my story,"
said one of them so young and bold,
"I'd like to tell my story,
before I turn into gold."
But no one really could hear him,
the night so dark and thick and green;
well I guess that these heroes must always live there
where you and I have only been.
Put out your cigarette, my love,
you've been alone too long;
and some of us are very h
Train Overnight
I don’t wanna put another thought
in my head.
The hummingbird is cleared for
maintenance,
evacuating long after it made no sense.
It’s not so much a load and stay any more
as a gotta-get-down-the-road-before-the-
temperature-soars.
I don’t wanna put a little thought
in your head.
Diplomacy goes even better with drinks
(until the big city trees began to shrink.)
it’s not so much a load out and stay
anymore
it’s gotta get down the road before the
snarling traffic roars.
I don’t wanna ask you,
’What you got in your head?’
I’m not gonna ask you
a whole bunch of questions.
OK, we agree to disagree....
Giving up....Giving Up the Embassy
is a whole lot better than,
The Embassy’s Surrendering.
Flying home under the approval of the stars,
I couldn’t be more at home with the way
things are so hard.
It’s not so much a load-out
and stay anymore
its a gotta get down the road before
the confetti cannon blows
with litigious force.
I don’t wanna ask you,
’What you got in your head?’
I don’t wanna ask you,
’Whatcha been thinking?’
I don’t wanna put another
thought in my head.
I don’t wanna put another
thought in my head.