Times Square

Wake up all you sleeping beauties
More are being born while you rest
They're pipin' music in
We all have to sin
Someday
We all have to sin
Someday.

Rommel wore a ring on his finger
He only took it off when he flew his plane
Once he told me why
He said we all have to fly
Someday
We all have to fly
Someday.

The t.v. preacher can't be bothered
With those petty things
He stays a step removed so they say
He's pipin' music in
We all have to sin
Someday
We all have to sin
Someday.

Workin' on that great alaska pipeline
Many men were lost in the pipe
They went to fuelin' cars
How smog might turn to stars
Someday
Smog might turn to stars
Someday.

Hold me baby, put your arms around me
Give me all the love you have to give
Tomorrow won't be late
We won't have to wait
Someday
We won't have to wait
Someday.

In the crystal ball
The gypsy sees the villa
The riders on the hill
The fire in the fields
She sees the mission bell
Swinging in the silence
Now the shooting starts
The bullets pierce the hearts
The seqoritas crying at the well.

Up in the gold hotel
The money hits the table
The heavies all are there
That's why the deal's goin' down
Beautiful women all dressed in
Diamonds and sable
Down upon the street
Beside a garbage heap
A mariachi band begins to play.

Somewhere a blues guitar
Plays echoes in the alleyway
The tijuana dawn
Claims another day
The golden sun
Rises on the runway
The pilot understands
The money changes hands
Inside the jet the briefcase snaps. goodbye.

In eldorado town
There lives a great bullfighter
His eyes are screaming blue
His hair is red as blood
And when the gate goes up
The crowd gets so excited
And he comes dancin' out
Dressed in gold lami
He kills the bull and lives another day.

Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
There was a face in the window
The tv cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, what we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong.
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new rolling stone.
Yeah.

There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if i can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, i play by their rules
That's why i'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands

So here i am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.

Now i come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes i talk to daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But i wish i could see him
I wish i knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish i could see him this weekend
Wish i could walk in his shoes
But now i'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes i'm good, then i'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home i ever had
Yeah.

Well, i keep gettin' younger
My life's been funny that way
Before i ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of bible school
For sassin' back at the preacher
Then i grew up to be a fireman
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when i put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish i never put the hose down
Wish i never got old.