People are so sad and I know why
With no chance to live before you die
You get pretty sick if you hafta
Keep it inside

I wanna build a house where an ad don't scream
I wanna live in peace-quietly
I wanna have a place of love and safety
People oughta live how and where they want
People oughta have respect in front
People oughta get along pretty O.K.

So get off my dick
I'm building it brick by brick
Brick by brick

I'm building a house where I can think
And have some balance and dignity
I'm building a house where no one can hurt me
I'm huilding a house where the weak are strong
I'm building a house with a real song
I'm using faith that is immortal
I'm building it with simplicity
and the way that we feel, you and me
I'm buidling it with what I believe in

So get off my dick
I'm building it brick by brick
Brick by brick

Now I'm looking at just a little time
So be it-I want to
Be true to my simple heart
And not put nothing else above it
Brick by brick
Brick by brick
Brick by brick
Brick by brick
Brick by brick by brick

Before you go
Do me a favour
Give me a number
Of a girl almost like you
With legs almost like you
I'm buried deep in mass production
You're not nothing new
I like to drive along the freeways
See the smokestacks belching
Breasts turn brown
So warm and so brown


Though I try to die
You put me back on the line
Oh damn it to hell
Back on the line--hell
Back on the line
Again and again
I'm back on the line
Again and again
And I see my face here
And it's there in the mirror
And it's up in the air
And I'm down on the ground


By the way
I'm going for cigarettes
And since you've gotta go
Won't you do me that favour
Won't you give me that number
Won't you get me that girl
Yeah, she's almost like you
Yes, she's almost like you
And I'm almost like him
Yes, I'm almost like him
Yes, I'm almost like him
Yeah, I'm almost like him
 

Rapper standing on the corner
Wrappers flying in the wind
Waitress up from Alabama
Can't believe the cold she's in
And me, I'm sitting in my castle
On the verge of a divorce

And if I haven't got a hassle
I'll create my own, of course
Still I gotta live with my feelings
But I know about science too
And fame and death and money
And what they do to you

And I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
Tonight on Avenue B

I bought about a hundred candles
I'm burnin' em both night and day
I'm sleepin' when I should be eatin'
Cryin' when I should be gay
My girlfriend's warm and loves me
She's knockin' but she can't get in
I'm a product of the paranoia
Of the age I'm in

And I am gonna need a miracle
I'm really gonna need a miracle
I'm really gonna need a miracle
Tonight on Avenue B

I see the students out my window
They're walking in their student clothes
Eatin' books and information
To make their understanding grow
But this much I understand
It's hard to be an empty man
But since I gave `em every part of me
I ain't free

And I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
Tonight on Avenue B

I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
I am gonna need a miracle
Tonight on Avenue B

 

Oh Lord I got eggs on my plate
I got em Damn right
I got four walls I live here
Hey I live here
Now this big Jew-man uptown
He told me one day
He said, heh boy
You look at that house On the hill
That cost a hundred thousand dollars
You could be up there
You know what?
I'll put you on the hit parade
Everybody will know your name
Iggyyyyy
But man Heh Solomon
Who does my name belong to then?
What have I got? Four walls
What have I got? Four walls
I thank you Lord
I thank you Lord above this orange carpet
And the ceiling above it
Who left Murph the Surf On my ceiling?
Iggyyyyyyyyyyyy
Now here we go boys
Hahahahahah a ah hahahaha!
Four walls Four walls
Here I go
I'm looking for love again
I'm looking for love
I'm runnin from friend to friend
I'm looking for love in the wine
I'm looking for love
In anybody I can find
Thank you God
For these four walls I love
But are they secure?
Heh God! Are you above?
Then tell me who let that fucking door half open?
Oh Lord I got something
I'll tell you what I got, boys, I got this
Four walls, Three walls,
two walls, Four walls
But they can't talk Four walls
But they can't talk Four walls
But they can't talk Four walls
But if they could talk What would they say?
They'd say heh Nash the slash
Why did you leave your sticker on my
Forty-two dollar and fifty cent suite
In James Dean's head bed?

 

I been walkin' down the road
what it means i dunno
i been walkin' down the highway
with the bad food flyin by me
i' m an ordinary man
with a time bomb in my hand
it keeps tickin' an i keep runnin
tryin to find out where i come from
and there ain' t nothin' gonna take this road away
nothin' gonna take this road away
nothin' gonna take this road outta my heart
nothin' gonna take this pain outta my heart

i wake up sweatin in the night
every town is only lights
i 'm addicted to the highway
'cuz i just can' t do things their way
and there ain' t nothin gonna take this road away
nothin gonna take that road away
nothin gonna take that road outta my heart

highway i' m doin fine
you help me draw the line
no use in bein alive
if i' m just rentin
i undersand the circus well
i' ve played the clown when down he fell
but bein' down ain' t bein' loser
so just look out here comes a bruiser
and there ain 't nothin gonna take my road away
nothin' gonna take my road away
nothin' gonna take my road outta my heart