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É um covil de cobras,
Recusa a oferta e diz que pra ti isso é esmola
Não se apavora
Enquanto eu estiver na sua escolta
Que seja só eu contra mil
Tamanha frieza ninguém nunca viu
Surge um europeu deslumbrado
Com delírios de colonizador
Quinhentos anos atrasado
Agora eu tenho com quem me indispor
Eis a prova
De que maria antonieta fez escola
Só me acorda
Quando a classe operária for à forra
Que seja só eu contra mil
Tamanha frieza ninguém nunca viu
Tremendo de entusiasmo,
Eu disse "eu te amo" assim que você me tocou
Incrédulo e afobado,
Meu desejo improvável se realizou
E essa cena sempre me volta
Quando eu quero fugir da jaula em que eu estou
A minha memória mais preciosa,
O pouco de doçura que me restou
A minha memória mais preciosa,
Refúgio pro cinismo que me tomou
A minha alma
Se esvaiu de mim
Eu nem senti, eu nem senti
Sem me dar conta, irremediavelmente eu me perdi
Eu nem senti, eu nem senti
Quando a minha alma se esvaiu de mim
Eu nem senti, eu nem senti
Pra mim, tudo mudou
Quando começaram a me chamar de senhor
E eu me atentei tardiamente
Que a juventude se vai tão de repente,
Que eu não vou viver eternamente
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Someone’s got it in for me, they’re planting stories in the press
Whoever it is I wish they’d cut it out but when they will I can only guess
They say I shot a man named Gray and took his wife to Italy
She inherited a million bucks and when she died it came to me
I can’t help it if I’m lucky
People see me all the time and they just can’t remember how to act
Their minds are filled with big ideas, images and distorted facts
Even you, yesterday you had to ask me where it was at
I couldn’t believe after all these years, you didn’t know me better than that
Sweet lady
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your mouth
Blowing down the backroads headin’ south
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I ran into the fortune-teller, who said beware of lightning that might strike
I haven’t known peace and quiet for so long I can’t remember what it’s like
There’s a lone soldier on the cross, smoke pourin’ out of a boxcar door
You didn’t know it, you didn’t think it could be done, in the final end he won the wars
After losin’ every battle
I woke up on the roadside, daydreamin’ ’bout the way things sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare shoot through my head and are makin’ me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies
One day you’ll be in the ditch, flies buzzin’ around your eyes
Blood on your saddle
Idiot wind, blowing through the flowers on your tomb
Blowing through the curtains in your room
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
It was gravity which pulled us down and destiny which broke us apart
You tamed the lion in my cage but it just wasn’t enough to change my heart
Now everything’s a little upside down, as a matter of fact the wheels have stopped
What’s good is bad, what’s bad is good, you’ll find out when you reach the top
You’re on the bottom
I noticed at the ceremony, your corrupt ways had finally made you blind
I can’t remember your face anymore, your mouth has changed, your eyes
don’t look into mine
The priest wore black on the seventh day and sat stone-faced while the
building burned
I waited for you on the running boards, near the cypress trees, while the
springtime turned
Slowly into Autumn
Idiot wind, blowing like a circle around my skull
From the Grand Coulee Dam to the Capitol
Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth
You’re an idiot, babe
It’s a wonder that you still know how to breathe
I can’t feel you anymore, I can’t even touch the books you’ve read
Every time I crawl past your door, I been wishin’ I was somebody else instead
Down the highway, down the tracks, down the road to ecstasy
I followed you beneath the stars, hounded by your memory
And all your ragin’ glory
I been double-crossed now for the very last time and now I’m finally free
I kissed goodbye the howling beast on the borderline which separated you from me
You’ll never know the hurt I suffered nor the pain I rise above
And I’ll never know the same about you, your holiness or your kind of love
And it makes me feel so sorry
Idiot wind, blowing through the buttons of our coats
Blowing through the letters that we wrote
Idiot wind, blowing through the dust upon our shelves
We’re idiots, babe
It’s a wonder we can even feed ourselves
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