Too Much of Anything

Too much of anything can make a man feel ill at ease
It can blind his sense of justice and drive him to his
knees
Too much of anything is the poison on the pen
That writes down the road to ruin and does not return
again
In that place without redemption
Called the dark night of the soul
When there's too much of anything
No one has control

Too much of anything can drive a man insane
Deprive him of his conscience and mutilate his brain
Too much of anything is the carrot for the horse
Who is shackled to the racetrack and wired for the
course
In that place of no redemption
Known as paradise to some
Too much of anything
Can strike you deaf and dumb

Say goodbye to Rosemarie, give my love to Joan
I've had enough of tragedy and I'm ready to go home

Too much of anything can make a man a liar
Put icicles inside his veins and set his feet on fire
Too much of anything can tear his life apart
Make a mockery of sanity and desecrate his heart
In that place without redemption
In the castle made of fear
When there's too much of anything
No one's eyes are clear

Too much of anything can drive a woman to extremes
And make her waste her beauty on someone else's
dreams
Too much of anything and your body becomes a host
To a band of thieves and murderers and they'll haunt you like a ghost
In the place of no redemption
In the caverns of the mind
Too much of anything
Can make anyone go blind

Say goodbye to Rosemarie, give my love to Joan
I've had enough of tragedy and I'm ready to go home

Too much of anything is at the bottom of the well
On the road of bad intention that ends at the gates of
Hell
Too much of anything is a common thing these days
On the steps of the holy temple where the public
righteous pray
It's a place of no redemption
For the children of the mind
Cos when there's too much of anything
They just leave it all behind

Too much of anything, they sell it on TV
And write it on your credit card in a language you
can't see
Too much of anything is the banker's pyramid
You pay and pay as life decays and the price is always
hid
In that place of no redemption
Called the dark night of the soul
When there's too much of anything
No one has control

Say goodbye to Rosemarie, give my love to Joan
I've had enough of tragedy, I'm ready to go home



(A song lyric of mine, indirectly inspired by a Dylan song called "Too Much of Nothing". The music is entirely different.)