1. SOMETHING HEAVY GOING DOWN

On the streets that go by number
Still can't figure out how to get home
There is no life lines, only dead lines
Sure picked a fine time to be born

First you taste it then you're wasted
By the time you're almost 16 years old
Everything used to be so simple
Like the beating of a heart
Dedicated to my little darling
Right until the day we'd part
There's a fist on the door
I can hear it knocking
Gotta check it out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

There's something heavy going down
And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down

On a midnight operation
When the searchlights make your skin crawl
My reaction to the action is
I don't wanna be doing this at all
Breaking rules that are made in schools
That teach you how to be successful
Used to be oh so simple
Like the beating of a heart
Dedicated to my little darling
Right until the day we'd part
There's fist on the door I can hear it knocking
Gotta check it out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt

There's something heavy going down
And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down
Something heavy going down
There's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down,
Something heavy going down
There's more to it than a rocket and a bomb
There's something going down,
Something heavy going down
And there's more to it than a pistol and a gun
There's something going down, down, down, down yeah
Something heavy going down


2. I'LL MAKE IT ALL UP TO YOU

In a painting by Van Gogh
Saw a street covered with black snow
The people move in a nervous stripe
Of blues, red and yellow
Read your letter for the seventh time
The ink is getting close to fade away
But it still brings the ocean back to mind
In this here desert without oases

Shouting at the man in the moon
I'll make it up to you, make it all up to you
The rhythm and the dance of the loon
I'll make it all up to you, make it all up to you
And the night is a horoscopic sight
While the sun sets fire to the dune
I'll make it all up to you

I remember your face and your Picasso
Pale as sugar, sweet and low
Your hair in a ponytail and dyed
Eyes looking up from down below
Looking for an excuse to make it real
Cause I can't see the help the way that I feel
Looking for an excuse to make it real
Cause I cannot help the way that I feel

I've been shouting at the man in the moon
I'll make it all up to you, I'll make it up to you
The rhythm and the dance of the loon
I'll make it up to you, I'll make it up to you
And the night is a horoscopy sight
While the sun sets fire to the dune
I'll make it all up to you
I've made it all up to you