• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Bill Mccai - Coral
• Blue Lake - Disarmonia Mundi
• Bill Jocko - Mark Mulcahy
• Bull Dog - Shangri-las
• Balaliaka - Firewater
• Pill Cake. - Detachment Kit

Family taught him right from wrong,
Local tales and children's songs,
Sunday school was his shelter,
With his friends Joe and Walter,
Now those days so far away,
An empty swing where he once played,
Now he's got so fat and bald,
He never thought that he'd grow old.
Everyday when he gets the train
Looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
He's got a sales job and it gets him down
Same old faces, same old sounds
Heart attacks, orthopaedic backs
Documents and labelled racks
His wife can't stand the sight of him
With his routine glass of gin
She makes his lunch of processed ham
And waits in for the meter man
Everyday when he gets the train
looks out the window and he thinks in vain
If I could only be that boy again
(Take it away Bill)
He could be that boy again
Another day, another gin
His kids don't even notice him
Something different about his face
His happy smile seems out of place
Family gathered round for tea
Eyes fixed on the new telly
A news flash came and then it said
Bill McCai was just found dead
No more windows, no more trains
Hung himself out in the rain
Now he'll never be that boy again
And we say...
Bye, bye Bill Mccai
Bye, bye Bill Mccai

cold attacks me as the liquid is in touch
muffled sounds from somewhere
like unborn through the amniotic fluid
getting upset to reach my air
in this condition I try to understand
what has happened after that step
I was hearing my name
rebounding through the walls
expanding in the veins
it rushes with me, with my thoughts
descends into the well
reaching my own blue lake
I see the unreal pipes of feelings
they look at me and flow
to take a wish into below
are you a whispering soul
or a thoughtless neurone
tell me your name and I'll bring you my lord
into the halls of your vice
you've been too blind 'till now
open your eyes
take off your shroud
yes I feel open minded
I outline coloured thoughts
your spirit is somewhere here
in your pulsing deep blue lake
the upper light seems to come from inside
liquid tension pulls me into the air
like unborn through the amniotic fluid
I'd remain in its womb
the light calls me to his reign
I'm born again
how hard is this night to see
my life breaking to free
a new light from tomorrow
beneath the past a sun is shining pale
with my hands I raise it into the air
found the dust in my eyes
submerge in a water now warm
merged into the first reflection
close upon me
this night lulled by waves
light breath of a liquid called life
quencing my thirst

Why do I have to stay,
And why does she get to go
Oh, why, do I have to stay here,
And why, does she get to go?
Oh why, do I have to stay here,
Why does she get to go?
Down came Bill Jocko
From the heart of Hooterville
Take down your Christmas tree
But I know that you never will
Riding lover was his lady,
And she did not know his mind
When Billy took the Datsun
To the top for the last time
And that’s when they were
Drunk on wine coolers
That they stole from her mother
Drunk on the Summer
And drunk on each other
You better take a right at the graveyard
And a left over at the ghetto
Climb up to where it’s dark
And gonna take all of our clothes off
Lucinda had her head down,
Braiding her hair so she could not see,
That William had his eyes closed,
Headin’ straight for a tree,
And that’s when they were
Drunk on wine coolers
That they stole from her mother
Drunk on the Summer
And drunk on each other
One, or two, or three hundred feet down to the ground
Let’s do it now when there ain't no park ranger hangin'
‘round
He cut the wheel on banana peels,
We’re goin’ straight into a skid
Shut off the motor, and gone straight off of the ridge
They hit hard, like a broken wand,
And Lucinda she was dead
He climbed back up to the top,
And this is what he said,
He said
Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go?
Why do I have to stay here, and why does she get to go?
Why does she?
Why does she?
Why does she?

I'm in love with the pretiest boy in the USA.
(Hey, what'dya say? Hey, what'dya say?)
I'm in love with the pretiest boy in the USA.
(What'dya say?)
I said, hey.
But his momma bought a dog,
Just to keep little me away.
(Hey, what'dya say? Hey, what'dya say?)
You know he barks when he sees me,
Growls everytime I touch his hair.
(Big bad Bull Dog, that big bad Bull Dog.)
You know he barks when he sees me,
Growls everytime I touch his hair.
(Big bad Bull Dog, that big bad Bull Dog.)
And everytime I shoo him, he tries to bite a leg,
But I dont care.
(Big bad Bull Dog, that big bad dog.)
(Hey, hey, hey-hey.)
You know his momma keeps that dog chained,
Out on the porch all night.
(Big bad Bull Dog, that big bad Bull Dog.)
You know his momma keeps that dog chained,
Out on the porch all night.
(Big bad Bull Dog, that big bad Bull Dog.)
You know he barks like a charm,
But then he don't bite.
(Big bad Bull Dog, that big bad dog.)
Un-hun
(Big bad Bull Dog,)
Oh, yeah.
(That big bad Bull Dog.)
Alright.
(That big bad Bull Dog.)
(That big bad Bull Dog.)
Alright.
(That big bad Bull Dog.)
So fine./(That big bad Bull Dog.)
OK./(That big bad Bull Dog.)
Un-hun./(That big bad Bull Dog.)
Alright./(That big bad Bull Dog.)

When the moon opens up her eye
And the sun bows down his head
You come stealing softly to my bed
When the dogs chase rabbit dreams
Cats are milking up the fire
You dance toward me
Balanced on a slender wire
Balaliaka sing to me
Like a siren from the deep
Balaliaka sing a tender song
Balaliaka soothe my soul
Like you did so long ago
How I miss your sorrow
And your smile
Now the trees are whispering
As I lie here in the grass
Waiting for this long cold night to pass
A thousand eyes are gazing down
Like bullet holes shot into the roof
As I lie here scratching
For a grain or truth
Balaliaka sing to me
Like a siren from the deep
Balaliaka sing a tender song
Balaliaka soothe my soul
Like you did so long ago
How I miss your sorrow
And your smile
Balaliaka sing to me
Like a siren from the deep
Balaliaka sing a tender song
Balaliaka soothe my soul
Like you did so long ago
Drink with me before I have to go

maybe we could fall down as hesitation, pick up the beat,
has... that woman bitten your hand? cables in the city
carry connections, we know how to have fun, natural
selection helps... till today. meadows sit in traction,
suspending freely, fingers on the concrete asking to see
my hands, i keep writing letters until my head hurts,
piled up contraptions getting reactions... till today.
randy takes his clothes off, he's such a robot, molly's
coming over she's such a showoff, chaperone this boulder
is what he told her, randy's on the corner waving her