Time has brought us here To this land of hope Travel to the place Your inner child was burned Look around and see The world is in your hands Take it for today And let the children play We are the children with no name Children with no name We are the children with no name Children with no name We are the children with no name No name, no name We are the children with no name I don't understand What's right or what is wrong It has been so long, long time ago Long long time ago Desert highway roads Look at us back there Just children with no name We are the children with no name Children with no name We are the children with no name Children with no name We are the children with no name No name, no name We are the children with no name

While my guitar gently weeps, Taxman, Tell me what you see I'm looking through you, Piggies, Yes it is, Eleanor Rigby Magical Myst'ry Tour, Flying, Girl, From me to you. This boy I'll follow the sun, I've just seen a face, Happiness is a warm gun A ticket to ride, Goodnight, Yesterday, A hard day's night Oh darling! Till there was you, I'm happy just to dance with you Bad boy, All you need is love, Lovely Rita, It's only love. The word Let it be, Dig it, Being for the benefit of Mister Kite, You can't do that Here, there, and ev'rywhere, She loves you And I love her, Across the universe we're Pepper's Children A day in the life, Love me do, The inner light Hold me tight, I will, we're Pepper's Children Hey Jude, Help! the Sun king, I'm down Yellow submarine Twist and shout, Because, we're Pepper's Children I call your name, Julia, Slow down, Lady Madonna Ask my why, Michelle, we're Pepper's Children We're Pepper's Children We're Pepper's Children Old brown shoe, I need you, Penny Lane, I Love you to I don't want to spoil the party, You never give me you money I'll get you, I'll be back, I want you, I'll cry instead. Yer blues Get back, Getting better, Matchbox, Come together Her majesty, You know my name Two of us, Polythene Pam, Blackbird, Baby you're a rich man Good day sunshine, Honey pie, Got to get you into my life Please please me, Wild honey pie, Long long long, Not a second time. Anna Wait, Revolution, Rain, Chains, Glass Onion, With a little help from my friends If I fell, Tell me why, for no one, No reply. Eight days a week, we're Pepper's Children I've got a feeling, For you blue, Fool on the hill, Helter skelter, we're Pepper's Children The long and winding road, Little child, She's leaving home. Norwegian wood, we're Pepper's Children Please Mr. Postman, Mother's nature's son. Rocky Raccoon, we're Pepper's Children We're Pepper's Children. We're Pepper's Children Why don't we do it in the road? We can work it out Lucy in the sky with diamonds, What goes on You've really got a hold on my, Here comes the sun You're going to lose that girl, Martha my dear The end, Hello goodbye, I feel fine, I me mine, Paperback writer, we're Pepper's Children Hey bulldog, Nowhere man, Little child, Long tall Sally, Don't bother me, Doctor Robert, we're Pepper's Children Within you without you, Girl! I want to tell you. Drive my car, Because, we're Pepper's Children I wanna be you man, in Lonely hearts club band. Run for your life, we're Pepper's Children We're Pepper's Children. We're Pepper's Children

Water dripping from the pipes down in the basement Bare feet on a concrete floor Notches on the wall of my solitary cell Sweat dripping out of every pore It feels like it takes forever It's maybe five minutes on a screen But the horns will swell and the strings will sound When that flipped quarter hits the ground I'm doing this for revenge I'm doing this to try to stay true I'm doing this for the ones they had to leave behind I'm doing this for you Keep cool down in the quiet of the morning Sweaty blood when the sun comes through Thick mist on the pond before the temple Headed down for the final rendezvous Everybody's ready for justice Just another mile to go But the strings will keen and the horns will cry When it's just me against the sky I'm doing this for revenge I'm doing this to try to stay true I'm doing this for the ones they left to twist in the wind I'm doing this for you I'm doing this for you I'm doing this for revenge I am doing this to try and stay true I'm doing this for the ones we had to leave behind I'm doing this for you I'm doing this for you I'm doing this for you

I broke free on a Saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor Headed north on Mills Avenue And listened to the engine roar My broken house behind me and good things ahead A girl named Cathy wants a little of my time Six cylinders underneath the hood crashing and kicking Aha! Listen to the engine wine I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I played video games in a drunken haze I was 17 years young Hurt my knuckles punching the machines The taste of Scotch rich on my tongue And then Cathy showed up and we hung out Trading swigs from a bottle all bitter and clean Locking eyes, holding hands Twin high maintenance machines I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I drove home in the California dusk I could feel the alcohol inside of me hum Pictured the look on my stepfather's face Ready for the bad things to come I downshifted as I pulled into the driveway The motor screaming out stuck in second gear The scene ends badly as you might imagine In a cavalcade of anger and fear There will be feasting and dancing in Jerusalem next year I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me

This song is for the rats Who hurled themselves into the ocean When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold Were just about to blow This song is for the soil That's toxic clear down to the bedrock Where no thing of consequence can grow Drop your seeds there, let them go Let them all go Let 'em all go This song is for the people Who tell their families that they're sorry For things they can't And won't feel sorry for And once there was a desk And now it's in a storage locker somewhere And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in the top drawer Let 'em all go Let 'em all go I wanna sing one for the cars That are right now headed silent down the highway And it's dark and there is nobody driving And something has got to give I saw you waiting by the roadside You didn't know that I was watching Now you know Let it all go Let 'em all go Let it all go

You were born for these flashing lights You were born for these endless nights You always knew sooner or later You were destined for something greater You took notes on what you had to do To get the piece of the pie that belonged to you You've been waiting for this ever since you were young Be careful not to choke on your tongue Get famous You should be famous Go on and get famous I want you to be famous Cold, grey world, all these obedient sheep They act like they know, but they're all sound asleep Waiting for something to wake up to Some nice juicy bone to chew You arrive on the scene, like a message from God Listen to the people applaud This is what you were born to do Wesley Willis taught me how to write about you Get famous You should be famous You go on and get famous I want you to be famous Light up the sky like a comet Make yourself want to vomit Shine like a cursed star Show everybody Exactly who you are Get famous You should be famous Go on and get famous I want you to be famous

Jonah went down to the docks to flee from the wrath of the Lord But the mark on his forehead was visible to everybody on board They threw him down into the water, but he did not drown I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down Now the Lord told the great fish, be free of your burden And Jonah emerged from his darkness like a dancer crashing through the curtain And the plant grew, but it withered, and it shriveled up and turned brown I'm on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down Lord, if you won't keep me safe and warm Then send down the storm Send down the storm Jonah was sure he heard voices, maybe just one voice but real clear And where he went, the voice followed, sometimes hardly loud enough to hear "Shall I not spare the wise with the wicked? Hold back my wrath from this town?" I am on a balcony in Mobile, Alabama, waiting for the wind to throw me down May I address the foreman of the jury? Why do you hold back your fury? Don't hold back your fury

I was having visions of sugar pastry Cooked up in clarified butter I tried to turn my visions into prayers But I built my castle way high up in the air Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and cold Swing low, sweet chariot Chrome tailpipe shining bright as spun gold My brothers picked me up out of the rushes Handed me into the company of evil men But I've inched my way down the eastern seaboard I am coming to Atlanta again Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and mad as all hell Swing low, sweet jewel-encrusted chariot Make me young again, make me well I am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing I'm the hard-to-find stations on the AM band I am the white sky high over Tripoli I am the land mine hidden in the sand Yeah, I came to the gates of the fabled pink city Hungry and tired and alone Swing low, sweet, sweet chariot Coming forth to carry me home