Perfect Child
You are a paradox to me, a senseless maze
I run around, I'm looking for you all of my days
The more that you want it, the more that you need it
The less that it does
Run out it's rough, too much is enough
And that's what it was
I cannot bear to share you, we can't be alone
You make me drift up and float, and fall like a stone
The more that I see you, the more that I miss you
The less that I care
I know I should try to kiss you goodbye, but
You're never there
I've got a nickname for you, I call you weakness
I get a little strength out too, or is it meekness
The more that you want it, the more that you need it
The less that it does
Run out it's rough, too much is enough
And that's what it was
You are a paradox to me, a contradiction
You're a predicament for me, and a prediction
Children Of The Grave
Met my friend the Chinese Elvis and hoisted a few
He talks like Mickey Mouse
And sees with x-ray eyes
Lives in a cardboard house
I almost gave him the prize
Until you
Came along - thanks for opening my eyes
Things you do - right or wrong
It should come as no surprise
When you live in a town where there's always somebody
Stranger than you
At 83rd and Amsterdam there's an Indian Jew
Who pierced all his private parts with a permanent screw
He sleeps on a bed of nails
Which came from outer space
And in my ta