My Love Is Not For Sale

My clothes and my windshield wipers and a locket of my hair
 Everything is for sale
 My rifle and my boots and my instant coffee maker
 That poem 'bout the moon over Switzerland
 My flowers and my walkie-talkie
 All the liquid in my body
 I'll set a price and post it to your e-mail
 But my love, my love is not for sale
 I could sell my pictures on the streets of Barcelona
 Women 30 minutes at a time
 New York City subway, 3 songs for a dollar
 Or maybe just a chorus for a dime
 The newspaper on the street
 The sky reflecting at my feet
 It's all been bottled, packaged, drawn to scale
 But my love, my love is not for sale
 Take just a minute of your day
 Tell me one thing that you would live for
 Dying, dying's easy, getting easier all the time
 Tell me one thing not to throw it all away for
 I'll sell you the morning and I'll sell you the night
 I'll sell you the river and move along
 I'll sell you the balconies, I'll sell you the sidewalks
 And all the shuttered windows of Bresson
 I'll sell you the moon, I'll sell you the stars
 And the forests with the lonesome wolfhound's wail
 But my love, my love
 My love is not for sale
 SUICIDE BOMB
 This is the last song I will ever write
 I'll plug my ears and cover up my eyes to mask my sight
 I'm killing off my instincts after 2, 000 songs
 I'm getting with the program, now I'm gonna play along
 This is my songwriting suicide bomb
 This is my songwriting suicide bomb
 I can't compete with blowing up yourself on a bus
 Killing one of you and 19 of us
 Flying hi-jacked airplanes so thousands will die
 But I can kill too and blacken out the sky
 This is my songwriting suicide bomb
 This is my songwriting suicide bomb
 This is the last song I will ever write
 The last blank page my pen will ever blight
 Abandoning the fight, I'm pulling off the gloves
 No longer be a soldier for God or truth or love
 This is my songwriting suicide bomb
 This is my songwriting suicide bomb