Hey, mister, that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time Southern California that's as blue as the boy can be Blue as the deep blue sea Won't you listen to me now? I need your golden gated cities like a hole in the head Just like a hole in the head, I'm free Hey, mister, that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song Well, I'll cry everytime that you slip in one more dime And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time I do believe I'm headed home Hey, mister, can't you see that I'm as dry as a bone? I think I'll spend some time alone Yes, unless you've found a way of squeezing water from a stone Let the doctor and the lawyer do as much as they can Let the springtime begin Let the boy become a man I've done wasted too much time just to sing you this sad song I've done been this lonesome picker a little too long Hey, mister, that's me up on the jukebox I'm the one that's singing this sad song Well, I'll cry everytime that you're up and slip in one more dime And let the boy sing the sad one, one more time Well, I've been spreading myself thin these days Don't you know? Goodbye

It was a heart attack, a wake up call To get up off of the couch, and stand up tall To see the world outside, so you don't die Stop missing the party, it's a hell of a ride Graceland, it took me 35 years To see that house with its gold record tears In my hometown, and that's my fault I let myself down, I kept dropping the ball That's on you, that's on me Say it out loud for posterity We all make our own mythology That's on you, and that's on me All this cruelty, take it off my street Yeah, we're all the same, but we don't have to agree It's a misunderstanding, the storm outside It's a breakdown, yeah, the engine has died That's on you, that's on me Say it out loud for posterity We all make our own mythology That's on you, and that's on me Yeah, that's on me Son, whatever you do, you better give it your best Then let the chips fall, keep the truth off your chest Don't let the fools in, keep the thieves at bay Don't let 'em steal your soul, then try to give it away That's on you, that's on me Say it out loud for posterity We all make our own mythology That's on you, and that's on me Yeah, that's on me That's on me

Well, I ain't afraid of dying, it's the thought of being dead I wanna go on being me once my eulogy's been read Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest You can put my mind at ease if you fill my last request Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone be a neon sign Just let it burn in memory of all of my good times Fix me up with a mannequin, just remember I like blondes I'll be the life of the party even when I'm dead and gone So prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just make your next selection And while your still in line You can pay your last respects One quarter at a time So prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand And prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Oh, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Joe!

The strange young man who comes to me A soldier on a three day spree Who needs one night's cheap ecstasy And a woman's arms to hide him He greets me with a courtly bow And hides his pain by acting proud He drinks too much and he laughs too loud How can I deny him? Let us dance beneath the moon I'll sing to you "Claire de Lune' The morning always comes too soon But tonight the war is over He speaks to me in schoolboy French Of a soldier's life inside a trench Of the look of death and the ghastly stench I do my best to please him He puts two roses in a vase Two roses sadly out of place Like the gallant smile on his haggard face Playfully I tease him Hold me 'neath the Paris skies Let's not talk of how or why Tomorrow's soon enough to die But tonight the war is over We make love too hard too fast He falls asleep, his face a mask He wakes with the shakes and he drinks from his flask I put my arms around him They die in the trenches and they die in the air In Belgium and France the dead are everywhere They die so fast there's no time to prepare A decent grave to surround them Old world glory, old world fame The old world's gone, gone up in flames Nothing will ever be the same And nothing lasts forever Oh I'd pray for him but I've forgotten how And there's nothing, nothing that can save him now There's always another with the same funny bow And who am I to deny them Lux aeterna Luce-at e-is domine cum Sanctic tu-is in aeternum Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum Dona e-is Domine. Qui-a pius es requiem aeternaum Dona e-is Domine Qui-a pius es et lux perpetua luce-at- e-is Cum Sancris tu-is in Aeternum qui-api-us es Tonight the war is over...

Nadie comprende lo que sufro yo Tanto que ya no puedo sollozar Solo, temblando de ansiedad estoy Todos me miran y se van Mujer, si puedes tú con Dios hablar Pregúntale si yo alguna vez Te he dejado de adorar Al mar, espejo de mi corazón Las veces que me ha visto llorar La perfidia de tu amor Te he buscado por doquiera que yo voy Y no te puedo hallar Para qué quiero tus besos Si tus labios no me quieren ya besar Y tú, quién sabe por dónde andarás Quién sabe qué aventura tendrás Qué lejos estás de mí Te he buscado por doquiera que yo voy Y no te puedo hallar Para qué quiero tus besos Si tus labios no me quieren ya besar Y tú, quién sabe por dónde andarás Quién sabe qué aventura tendrás Qué lejos estás de mí De mí