“Temple Beautiful”

Who Shot John (LYRICS)

They say I shot Montgomery, shot him in the chest

It never went to trial, Montgomery confessed

They say possession is still nine-tenths of the law

Well what possessed you to ask me who shot John

Eddy got probation, went out and robbed a bank

While out at the end of Jackson, Fatty walked the plank

I can hear him laughing still, on the seventh floor

Eddy wrote me a letter and asked me who shot John

Eddy dropped a kite from prison, told me who shot John

I went out last Sunday, ran into Cyril

He said I seen your friend Johnny out running with your girl

They were in the backseat so I climbed into the front

And in all of the commotion, tell me who shot John

There wasn't anybody there to witness who shot John

Have you seen my baby, I ain't seen her around

They say I shot my baby, they say I shot her down

She was here for a little while but now, my baby, she gone

They've yet to find the body or who shot John

There's some mistakes that I don't make, tell me who shot John

Well the truth is out there somewhere, who shot John

I think I'm gonna start a rumor that you shot John

Hold me in your arms and tell me who shot John

Put another log on the fire, who shot John

I hear they're gonna make a movie

Well one more thing, who shot John?

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“Temple Beautiful”

I Felt Like Jesus (LYRICS)

On 16th Street in the heart of the heart of the city

In the back room of a bar called the Albion

I could make a Princeton sing like a house on fire for anyone

And I smelled danger every time that you walked by

I felt like Jesus when you'd look me in the eye

You brought me trouble so I brought you some trouble too

You tied a rag around your head, said Meat is murder

I thought about it for a while, I said Love is pain

You said I can give you anything you want boy

Now what's my name

And I smelled danger every time that you walked by

I felt like Jesus when you'd look me in the eye

You brought me trouble so I brought you some trouble too

I saw a dragon once coming out of the Broadway tunnel

I picked my camera up and I put my camera down

When the last beatnik on earth tapped me on the shoulder

I turned around

And I smelled danger every time that you walked by

I felt like Jesus when you'd look me in the eye

You brought me trouble so I brought you some trouble too

I said Lang-a-lang-a-lang-a-lang lang lang

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“Temple Beautiful”

The Left Hand And The Right Hand (LYRICS)

The left hand and the right hand shared a cigarette

They were seen together everywhere, everywhere they went

And when you passed them on the street

They always took the time to wave hello

They stood up for each other the way true brothers do

And when the left hand lost a thumb the right cut his off too

Ah, but no one could harmonize the way those brothers did, no

Don't tell me you don't want my love

Don't tell me you don't need my love

Don't tell me you don't want my love

Don't tell me you don't need my love

Well the left hand and the right hand, they grew apart

One day it was separate checks, the next day bodyguards

And the years flew by like birds of prey

Not a single word between those two

Don't tell me you don't want my love

Don't tell me you don't need my love

Don't tell me you don't want my love

Don't tell me you don't need my love

Well, now they're back together, still at each other's throats

Breaking strings and dropping beats, singing all of the wrong notes

Ah, but no one can harmonize the way those brothers do, no

Don't tell me you don't want my love

Don't tell me you don't need my love

Don't tell me you don't want my love

Don't tell me you don't need my love

Don't tell me you don't want my love

Don't tell me you don't need my love

Don't tell me you don't want my love

My love, all love

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“Temple Beautiful”

Willie Mays Is Up At Bat (LYRICS)

I hear the church bells ring, Willie Mays is up at bat

I hear the crowd go wild, all he did was touch his hat

Meanwhile, Carol Doda, stood up and said I won't be ignored

She showed them everything she had, then she showed them all a little more

Jim Jones in his temple, on Geary Street right next to young Bill Graham

Jim he walked right up to Bill, clicked his heels, said You know who I am

Meanwhile Bugs and Daffy Duck were hitching up the coast to Pismo Beach

While over in the Tonkin Gulf the Navy took a hit or so it seemed

It's three on, two out, under the lights

Nobody knows who'll make it home tonight

Laffing Sal said Please don't go, don't leave me here alone to make a stand

She looked so faded in the twilight down there where the breakers meet the sand

Someone said to Laffing Sal, Hey Laffing Sal, just what you laughing at?

She said I'm only laughing at myself, keep it down Willie's up at bat

It's three on, two out, under the lights

Nobody knows who'll make it home tonight

Well that was all so long ago, there's always something else to be against

And the only thing we know for sure is Willie always did swing for the fence

It's three on, two out, under the lights

Nobody knows who'll make it home tonight

Yes, it's three on and two out, under the lights

Nobody knows who'll make it home tonight

Nobody knows who'll make it home tonight

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“Temple Beautiful”

Museum Of Broken Hearts (LYRICS)

They'll cast you out of marble, they'll cast you out of bronze

They'll make a broken heart look good as new

Some of them are permanent, some have come and gone

Some are just too delicate to move

In the museum, the Museum of Broken Hearts

In the museum, the Museum of Broken Hearts

There's a caveman, a soccer mom, a prison guard, a whore

There's a virgin bride on her wedding day

Anyone who's lost in love is welcome at the door

Nobody is ever turned away

From the museum, the Museum of Broken Hearts

The museum, the Museum of Broken Hearts

And if you get a little lonely, you'll always find a crowd

There's people lined up halfway down the street

The queen of hearts is crying even though she's made of stone

The curator leans down to wash her feet

In the museum, in the Museum of Broken Hearts

The museum, in the Museum of Broken Hearts

In the Museum of Broken Hearts

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