FüR
On the payroll of the F.B.I.
Reverend Jim sold instant religion
With a license from the man in the sky
Billy the Kid was a gunslinger
Edgar Wallace was a dead ringer
Me I'm just a rock'n'roll singer
Keyhold John was a bird watcher
Had a telephoto lens in each eye
Jack the Ripper was a cool stalker
But his birds no longer fly
James Joyce was a mudslinger
Jesus Christ was a forgiver
Me I'm just a rock'n'roll singer
I'm not fakin' it
Foolin' myself that I'm makin' it
I'm not fakin' it
Tricky Dicky was a fast talker<
Imagination
What do you do with yourself
When you see the storm clouds rising
Feeling alone with yourself
As the sun fades away
The memories come to and fro
The trouble is they never want to go
They come never go
It's just your imagination rolling over the past
It can change your mind completely
It's just my imagination running wild and too fats
But I know it won't defeat me
Look into the eyes of Medusa
And she'll turn your world to stone
She'll tear at your eyes and seduce you
And your soul will be gone
The messages and hidden dreams
Of former lives and lovers never seen
A love never seen
It's just your imagination rolling over the past
It can change your mind completely
It's just my imagination running wild and too fats
But I know it won't defeat me
What do you do with yourself When your lost on some horizon
Taking a hold of yourself
When you know the timing's wrong
The memories come to and fro
The trouble is they never want to go
They come never go
It's just your imagination rolling over the past
It can change your mind completely
It's just my imagination running wild and too fats
But I know it won't defeat me