The Ever Popular Tortured Artist Effect

I'm bleeding
I don't think i can go on
I'm dying
My last breath has come and gone
Pity the man
Searching in the sky
Looking for a sign from above
And he never caught a glimpse of
What he's worthy of
Don't sit and wait
For the world on a plate
It's not a stroke of luck or chance
Just draw a bead on that sucker
And drive

I'm falling
I don't know what's up or down
I'm spinning
I can't turn my life around
Pity the man
Waiting for a clue
Can't tell what to do with himself
Ends up as a fool who
Lives for someone else
Don't sit and cry
While the world passes by
Stop tagging after the other guy
Just get a line on that mother
And drive

I've been watching how you dance
Watching how you smile
Watching how you carry yourself around in a crowd
And watching what you say
You've got something that's a secret to the average eye
You've been saving something nobody's seen until now
In a hideaway
I'm not trying to invade your privacy
There are things you have a right to hide
But it's oh so cold
Standing on the outside

Will you take me to your secret hideaway
I won't tell nobody where i'm going
Won't you tell me that we're leaving right away
For the heart of your hideaway

Everybody's looking for a heaven on earth
A slice of paradise where nobody gets hurt
Someone to put the pieces back together again
When your daydreams die
Are you trying to get a message through the air to me?

Get me on your wavelength and tell me which way to go
To your hideaway
I can't stand another second in this tinker-toy world
Give me your direction
Don't make me wait anymore
It seems so far away

You can trust me with your secret fantasy
You will never know until you've tried
But it's oh so cold
Standing on the outside

I've been trying to get a message
Through the air to you
Get on my wavelength
And i'll tell you which way to go
To my hideaway

I will show you to my secret hideaway
We will tell nobody where we're going

We can't turn back the clock
But we can chant for love
Let's cut the idle talk so we can
Chant for love
We always have the time to quarrel
About such problems as money and war
Let's put it off until tomorrow
Who needs another dose of sorrow?

It don't necessitate an act of faith
To chant for love
What alibi is strong enough to wait
To chant for love
Though we don't hold the reigns of power
Somebody else seems to be in control
We mustn't waste another hour
We'll get directly to the soul
If we can

Chant
For a world united
Chant
For a world that's dying for love

The hare krishna plays a drum and bell
When he chants for love
The tribal priest is afraid of hell
So he chants for love
I am not pushing some religion
Don't get me wrong,
I never mess with such things
Just be true to your own vision
This is your personal decision

The dervish spins to a "hu hu hu"
When he chants for love
Nobody knows what the angels do
When they chant for love
You're at the bottom of the ladder
Someone may try to tell you where you should start
But the words, they never matter
If you can feel it in your heart
Then you can

Why don't you chant?
You can chant
Chant, chant, chant ...

I am a little tin soldier
That wants to jump into your fire
You, are a look in your eye
A dream passing by in the sky

But i don't understand
And all i need is treat me like a man
'cause i ain't no child
Take me like i am

I got the love that belongs to you
Do anything that you want me to
Sing any song that you want me to
Sing to you

I don't need no aggravation
Listen, i just got to make you
I just got to make you
I just got to make you understand

All i need is your whispered hello
Smiles melting the snow with one word
Your eyes, they are deeper than time
Say love that won't die without words

So now i've lost my way
I need help to show me things to say
So give me your love
Before i fade away

I just want some reaction
Something to give me satisfaction
[...] to be with you
'cause i love you

I am the emperor of the highway
I wield the universal will
One might chance to overlook on my divineness
Unless i'm sitting in the imperial poupe de ville
I am the emperor of the highway
Strapped with foolish mortals such as these
I need never indicate my intentions
I can stop and go and turn just as i please
For i am the emperor of the highway

Hold!
Methinks that thou hast driven too far
I am the royal prince of foreign sports cars
Better that i should drive a wheelchair or jog
Than to be blown off by a regal road hog

I am the emperor of the highway
(where did you ever get that gas sucking pig of a car?)
This time my friend, you are outclassed
(any real man would drive a stick shift)
For my uncle is the duke of the state police
(cut me off again and i will punch your lights out)
And he will place his royal boot upon your ass
(this is my exit, we shall meet another day)

Don't forget who's emperor of the highway
For i am the emperor of the highway!