| All God's children need traveling shoes. | |
| Drive your problems from here. | |
| All good people read good books. | |
| Now your conscience is clear. | |
| I hear you talk, girl. | |
| Now, your conscience is clear. | |
| In the morning when I wipe my brow; wipe the miles away. | |
| I like to think I can be so willed, and never do what you say. | |
| I'll never hear you, and never do what you say. | |
| Look, my eyes are just holograms. | |
| Look, your love has drawn red from my hands. | |
| From my head, you know, you'll never be more than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| We just poked a little empty pie. | |
| For the fun that people have at night. | |
| Late at night don't need hostility, the timid smile and pause to free. | |
| I don't care about their different thoughts; different thoughts are good for me. | |
| Up in arms and chaste and whole, all God's children took their toll. | |
| Look, my eyes are just holograms. | |
| Look, your love has drawn red from my hands. | |
| From my head, you know, you'll never be more than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| Half the people read the papers; read them good and well. | |
| Pretty people, nervous people; people have got to sell. | |
| News you have to sell. | |
| Look, my eyes are just holograms. Look, your love has drawn red from my hands. | |
| From my head, you know, you'll never be more than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| Look, my eyes are just holograms. | |
| Look, your love has drawn red from my hands. | |
| From my hands, you know, you'll never be more than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| From my hands, you know, you'll never be more than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. | |
| More than a twist in my sobriety. |