So there
You got me in your clutch again
So there, so there
I love your touch
And that voodoo that you do so well
It’s got me spinnin’ round and round and
So let me in your world
Let me in your world for a while
Let me in your world so I can sing to ya
Oh no you got me goin’ crazy for you baby
Sayin’ oh no you make me go insane for you baby
So there
Oh oh oh
You got me in your clutch again
Oh oh oh
Oh this this livin’ is strange
We count our feelings in yesterdays
Is that how you keep your clutch baby
Is that how you keep it darlin’
So let me in your world
Yeah let me in your world for a while
Let me in your world so I, I can sing to ya
Oh no you got me goin’ crazy for you baby
Oh no you make me go insane for you baby
Oh, oh, oh, oh clutch again oh oh and you clutch again oh
Oh no you got me going crazy for you baby
Oh no you make me go insane for you baby
Oh no you got me going crazy for you baby
Sayin’ oh no you make me go insane for you baby
Oh ho oh oh oh oh oh oh oh don’t say oh oh oh oh oh oh no
You got me you got me in your clutch you got me
Sayin’ ohohohohohohohohoh
Oh no oh no
And it is by Shea Seger, not Bob
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Like ravens on a scarecrow
Too old to beat them off
The guilt ferments
Familiarity breeds contempt
The yolk of faith splatters silent
Harvest time, red moon rising
Anvil cloud, lightning rod
Peacemaker, life taker
What's inside the silo?
Can it fly?
A needle in the haystack
To crack the sky
The yoke of faith breaks away
From the beast of burden
Harvest time, red moon rising
Peacemaker, life taker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Peacemaker
Life taker
The feet of marching men
Beat down the fields of last chances
As scarecrows in amber waves of grain
Grin exchanging glances
We've killed it
We've killed it
Zu Beginn der 90er Jahre gründen vier junge Burschen, die zuvor dieselbe Highschool
in einem Ort namens Germantown im US Bundesstaat Maryland besuchten, die Band
Clutch. Die Formation besteht aus Neil Fallon (voc.), Tim Sult (git.), Dan Maines
(bass) und Jean Paul Gaster (dr.). Ihre erste 7inch "Pitchfork" weckt
Interesse bei diversen großen Plattenfirmen, bis schließlich der Major eastwest die
Band unter Vertrag nimmt. Das Debut "Transnational Speedway League"
besticht durch eine langsam dröhnende Schwere mit Riffs der Marke Helmet und einem
eigenartig rauhen, zugleich gewöhnungsbedürftigen Gesangsstil. Neil Fallons Art zu
singen ist, grob beschrieben, eine kraftvolle Mischung aus Raunen und Schreien, der
Ursprung seiner Texte ist selbst den Bandkollegen nicht so ganz schlüssig. In der
Folgezeit begeben sich Clutch ausgiebigst auf Tourneen, bis heute ungefähr 500
Shows. Clutch sind bisher unter anderem mit Corrosion of Conformity, Therapy?, Fu
Manchu oder Karma to Burn unterwegs gewesen. Die zweite, selbstbetitelte Platte,
orientiert sich weniger an Hardcore Musik sondern mehr an anderen Vorbildern wie
Black Sabbath oder Led Zeppelin. Ein Umstand, der nicht zuletzt auf das Konto von
Gitarrist Tim Sult und Drummer Jean Paul Gaster geht. Beide geben zudem Doombands
wie The Obsessed und Wretched als Quelle der Inspiration an. Die Kategorie Stoner
Rock ist möglicherweise zutreffend, Dan Maines ist dagegen der Meinung, dass der
Sound seiner Band nicht eindeutig einem Genre zugeordnet werden kann. Oben genannte
Bands spielen auf jeden Fall eine wichtigere Rolle als andere in Frage kommenden
Acts.Ihre Musik, die nicht gerade als massenkompatibel bezeichnet werden kann, weist
dennoch beachtliche Verkaufszahlen auf. Die Band spricht von 100.000 Einheiten pro
Platte. Jedoch kann der kommerzielle Erfolg nicht verhindern, dass Clutch bei jeder
Platte von einem Label zu anderen herumgereicht werden. Nach eastwest kommt dessen
Schwester Elektra, dann der Konkurrent Columbia, schließlich Atlantic Records.
Speziell Columbia investiert so gut wie keine Promotion in die Band, dennoch
verkauft sich "Elephant Riders" ebenso respektabel wie die anderen
Scheiben. Der Titel stammt von der etwas abstrusen Idee, dass während des
amerikanischen Bürgerkriegs Elefanten zur Unterstützung der Truppen eingesetzt
wurden. Ihre neueste Scheibe "Pure Rock Fury" wartet mit einer Liste
illustrer Gäste auf: Leslie West, Sixty Watt Shaman und Scott "Wino"
Weinrich, einem ihrer frühen Helden. Der spielte nämlich bei The Obsessed.
2001 Pure Rock Fury1999 Jam Room1998 The Elephant
Riders1995 Clutch1993 Transnational Speedway League: Anthems, Anecdotes,
And Undeniable Truths
My baby caught the train. Left me all alone.
My baby caught the train. Left me all alone.
She know I love her. She done me wrong.
My baby bought the ticket long as her right arm.
My baby bought the ticket long as my right arm.
She say she gonna ride long as I been from home.
Who's been talking everything that I do?
Who's been talking everything that I do?
Well you my baby I hate to lose.
Goodbye baby, hate to see you go.
Goodbye baby, hate to see you go.
You know I love you. I'm the causing of it all.
I'm the causing of it all.
I know we came here to get our good times on,
Hold the whole world in our hand and greet the dawn with open arms.
So make a contribution if you have been amused
But before we depart my brothers and sisters I have some heavy news.
Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph.
Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math.
And some of us wear the robes of the righteous
Are a little more next of kin
To the Sleestak, the wicked one who makes a meal of our sins.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Woe be the architect of our city, cruel leveler, the hillock strangler.
Bold pusher of the cold bone index
Through the knotted bowels of the old alleyways.
Read the future a false haruspex.
Recall how he coaxed us out of the green plains.
All of us, dumb eyed at the sheer number. So long ago it does not matter.
Woe be architect in his slumber, for the Watcher never sleeps.
And on that day there will be rejoicing and dancing streets.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Get your evolution on.
Good St. Charles Darwin wrote his gospel down
So keep your eyes turned to the sky and your ears down to the ground.
Get your evolution on.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Ain't no telling how much longer but we will never be moved.
Silver women on the OMNI magazine
They got the future precisely laid out as I need.
That Lux Aeterna sound is so frightening.
Holding hands with Lucifer is never that enlightening.
So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that's the ticket now kick out the jams.
Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.
Life inside the biosphere, dodecahedron fever's here.
Sporting scarlet letters of genetic imperfection, dear.
Love child in the reeds. Take a sample for the breed.
Should have left him in the stream. Cooing at the smitten queen.
So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that's the ticket now kick out the jams.
Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.
Slowly, broken windows returning to the sand
The economic factors are no longer relevant.
That empty city sound is so frightening.
Neolithic fear is such a motivating factory.
So fire it up. Fire it and the flesh be damned,
Fire it up. Yeah, that's the ticket now kick out the jams.
Engineer the future now. Damn tomorrow, future now!
Throw the switches, prime the charge,
Yesterday's for mice and gods.
I'm going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road.
I'm going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road.
And I ain't stopping till my baby's home.
That girl I'm loving got great long curly hair.
That girl I'm loving got great long curly hair.
But her mother and her father sure don't want me there.
I got to study some scheme, Lord, get my baby back to herself.
I got to study some scheme, Lord, get my baby back to herself.
Lord, I love that woman and I don't want nobody else.
I looked down that road just as far as I could see.
There was a bunch of women and they be following me.
The brook run into the ocean, the ocean run into that deep blue sea.
The brook run into the ocean, the river run into that deep blue sea.
You ought to have seen them women, Lord, they be fishing after me.
Will you be entertained by beast and knives?
Vital mentalisms will blow your minds!
Cthulu?s red headed step child, quite the precocious babe
We like to keep it on the D.L. because our clientele prefers it that way
The seven legged sow will see to the after-show
Don?t you think the candelabra gives a pleasant glow?
Now may I present to you the basilisk?
Please don your goggles if you wish to resist
From the fiery depths of the planet?s core
The never sleeping for want of eating unholy stench of the manticore
Please produce your access pass, no photographs please
Some of our guests are, how shall I say? Hyperbolic V.I.P.
There is a velvet room for the discriminating pack
Celebrities and tentacles regard the beast with two backs
The seven legged sow will see to the after-show
Don?t you think the candelabra gives a pleasant glow?
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
Paparazzi! World wide video debut!
And just when you thought it could get no stranger
May I present the semblance of a Scandinavian doppelganger
From the frozen depths of a forgotten fjord
Every day I wake up
We drink a lot of coffee and watch the CNN
Every day I wake up to a bowl of clover honey
And let the locusts fly in
Lobster backs attack the town again
Wrap all my things in aluminum
Beams of darkness streak across the sky
Pink rays from the ancient satellite
Every time I look out my window
Same three dogs looking back at me
Every time I open my windows
Cranes fly in to terrorize me
The power of the Holy Ghost
Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
The seven habits of the highly infected calf
Swan diving off the tongues of crippled giants
International Business Machine
Choking on bits of barley bread crumbs
Oh, this burning beard, I have come undone
It's just as I've feared, I have, I have come undone
Bugger dumb the last of academe
Occam's razor makes the cutting clean
Shavin' like a banker, lilac vegetable
Break the glass ceiling and the golden parachute on down
The power of the Holy Ghost comes to town
Shadow of the New Praetorian
Tipping cows in fields Elysian
Saturnalia for all you have
I See That Lantern Trimmed Low Burning In Our Home.
And Though I Feel Like Crying, I Swear Tonight, I'll Cry No More.
How Many Times Have I Prayed
That I Would Get Lost Along The Way?
Dream With The Feathers Of Angels Stuffed Beneath Your Head.
The Regulator's Swinging Pendulum.
Come With Me And Walk The Longest Mile.
Is His Wallet Leather? Is His Wallet Fat?
For Not A Year Later It's Got You Lying On Your Back.
You Should Have Closed Your Windows And Got Another Dog.
You Should Have Chained Up All The Doors And Switched Up All The Locks.
And How Many Times Have I Prayed
The Angels Would Speed Me Away.
Dream With The Feathers Of Angels Stuffed Beneath Your Head.
The Regulator's Swinging Pendulum.
Come With Me And Walk The Longest Mile.
Please Allow Me To Adjust My Pants
So That I May Dance The Good Time Dance
And Put The Onlookers And Innocent Bystanders Into A Trance
Give Disease So The Swine Will Marry And Propagate Lies.
Tough Luck For Elected Officials. The Beast You See Got Fifty Eyes.
Bring It On Home, Spread The Wealth. Play It Cool, The Hand's Been Dealt.
Now, All The Odds Are In Our Favor. Save The Victory Speeches For Later.
Streets On Fire, The Mob Goes Wild.
21 Guns, Box Made Of Pine, Letter From The Government Sealed And Signed
Delivered Federal Express On Your Mother's Doorstep.
Condoleeza Rice Is Nice, But I Prefer A-Roni.
And That Man On The T.V. Who Speaks To The Dead, You Know That Man's A Phony.
Everybody Move To Canada And Smoke Lots Of Pot.
Everybody Move To Canada Right Now. Here's How We Do It:
Bum Rush The Border Guard Before He And His Dog Ever Knew It.
Streets On Fire, The Mob Goes Wild.
21 Guns, Box Made Of Pine, Letter From The Government Sealed And Signed
Delivered Federal Express On Your Mother's Doorstep.
When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please
But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen
Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey men of stain have come to split your skills
Hey, hey
I got your heaven
I got your burning hell
I got it all right here
Wrap them tight in zip-lock bags to benefit good medicines
If bad you can toss them back and stuff them in sausages
Isn't it something so becoming, a gentlemen of good taste
The appetizer's quite the pleaser
But might you pass the pepper please this way
Hey, hey
I got your heaven
I got your burning hell
I got it all right here
Fertilizer makes your corn row higher
But makes your back yard stink
And all the crows know where the wind blows
Where water sinks
Hey, hey
I got your heaven
I got your burning hell
Daedalus, your child is falling
And the Labyrinth is calling
Renegade heaps, humanity abandoned
Bower of the vowels, you lit them and fanned them
Mercury, the courier, celestial messenger
Bed with Dawn, your bride
Arrowhead of Diane
Pierce the mind of a man
The Leather Soles Go Shuffling In,
Stinking Of Smoke And Ten Cent Gin.
Now Who Will Toast Our Noble Host That Has This Morning Given Up The Ghost?
The Wooden Coffer Hand To Hand.
Kind Words Are Offered, Silent Prayers.
But She Is Satisfied The Most While Stabbing Madly At The Roast.
The Rib Of Adam, The Eyes Of Eve.
The Sons Of Cain Receive No Reprieve.
The Creditor Rides With His Men.
The Death Of Debtors He Won't Forgive.
They Repossess His Silver Eyes, Now In The Potter's Field He Lies.
The Rib Of Adam, The Eyes Of Eve.
The Sons Of Cain Receive No Reprieve.
Waiting For A Dead Man's Shoes.
Have You Heard The Latest News?
Lazarus Is Back From The Dead Looking As One Would Expect.
Dripping With The Waters Of Sheol.
Babbling About Body And Soul.
And Then He Found His Wife In Their Bed Buck Naked And Already Wed.
The Tax Collector Beneath His Sheets.
The Door Swings Open. Floorboards Creak.
Now Who Will Toast Our Noble Host Who Has This Morning Given Up The Ghost?
The Rib Of Adam, The Eyes Of Eve.
The Sons Of Cain Receive No Reprieve.
Hold the presses, Mikey, hot news on the wire
Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir
Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene
While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines
Don't worry, it's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother
Your local programming interrupted
By the mindless banter of a soulless talking head
Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue
Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns
Don't worry, it's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly
And when our world is over, children by the fire
Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new messiah
And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by
The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly
Don't worry, it's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
Did You Not Grant Quarter To The Daemon, Giving Treatment To Its Wounds?
And Would You Not Consider It Unnatural To Be Born Outside The Womb?
We Eagerly Await Your Response And Your Best Defense.
La Curandera Is The Young Girl
In A Linen Dress Of White.
She Dances On Black Sand In The Night
In Her Linen Dress Of White.
Let Us Vote To Dunk The Witch In The River Styx And Photograph The Lye.
So In The Shadow Of Cerebus Her Spirit Will Reside.
La Curandera Is The Young Girl
In A Linen Dress Of White.
She Dances On Black Sand In The Night
In Her Linen Dress Of White.
Bird In The Fire, Mouthful Of Sand
King Of The Briar, Mouthful Of Sand
The Scale And Feather, The Lock And Key
The Lord Of Weather, The Beast At Peace
Blackjack Booted Demons
Have Surrounded My Home
Got Dogs And 'Copters
And Keep Ringing My Phone
Well I Don't Know If I'm Coming Or Going
If It's Them Or Me
Oh, But One Things For Certain
Willie Nelson Only Smokes The Killer Weed
Now They're Breaking My Windows
Banging On My Doors
Got Me Down And Hog-Tied
Rifling Through My Drawers
Boss Demon Tells Me
Oh How He Would Like To Kill Me
Wait A Minute Tough Guy
My Disease Does That For Free
Well I Don't Know If I'm Coming Or Going
If It's Them Or Me
Oh, But One Things For Certain
Willie Nelson Only Smokes The Killer Weed
Well I Don't Know If I'm Coming Or Going
If It's Them Or Me
Oh, But One Things For Certain
Willie Nelson Only Smokes The Greenest Green
Well I Don't Know If I'm Coming Or Going
If It's Them Or Me
Oh, But One Things For Certain
Willie Nelson Only Smokes The Killer Weed
Dig A Slow Hole To China
Blacker Than A Miner
No Turn Un-Stoned I Trample
Hold My Candle's Handle
Mama Always Said
"You Better Come Home"
Stuck In The Mud
Dug A Slow Hole
My Blue Cow
Gotta Get Her Back Here Somehow
My Brown Bag
Never Gonna Guess What I Have
Mama Always Said
"You Better Come Home"
Stuck In The Mud
Dug A Slow Hole
If It's Too Shallow Then Dig It More Deep
If It's Too Narrow Then Dig It More Wide
If You See A Point Of Light
Shake Hands With The Other Side
If It's Too Shallow Then Dig It More Deep
If It's Too Narrow Then Dig It More Wide
If You See The Point Of Light
Shake Hands With The Other Side
A Lighthouse In Kentucky
Oh I Should Be So Lucky
Sell Fill Dirt To The Groundlings
And Water To The Drowning
Mama Always Said
"You Better Come Home"
Stuck In The Mud
Dug A Slow Hole
You Look So Good While You're Riding
On Your Pterodactyl
Storming Castles With Abandon
And Rainbows By Fistfuls
Now Lets Go Dancing Madly Backwards
While On A Sea Of Air
Everyone I Hear Is Saying
Captain Beyond Will Be There
When We Go Carelessly Careening Quickly
Screaming All The Way
Gravity Is Such A Drag
And We Will Not Obey
Carelessly Careening Quickly
Screaming All The Way
Gravity Is Such A Drag
Now We Will Have Our Way
Was It I? Or Was It Shadow?
A Trick Of Light In Play
Leaving Me To See That I Saw
The Garden From Whence We Came
But I'm Not Saying Anything
That Hasn't Been Said Before
You May Hear It Now If You Wish To
Put An Ear Against The Floor
Then We Go Carelessly Careening Quickly
Screaming All The Way
Gravity Is Such A Drag
And We Will Not Obey
Carelessly Careening Quickly
Screaming All The Way
Gravity Is Such A Drag
Now We Will Have Our Way
Now We Will Have It!
On The Heels Of Charming Dragons
There Is Snow Falling Everywhere
Sorceress, You Bring A New Sun
And We Will Soon Be There
Then We Go Carelessly Careening Quickly
Screaming All The Way
Gravity Is Such A Drag
And We Will Not Obey
Carelessly Careening Quickly
Screaming All The Way
Gravity Is Such A Drag
Now We Will Have Our Way
Now We Will Have It!
Went Out The Back Of Halifax
All The Way To Virginia, Fairfax
It Wasn't Weird Enough
So I Went West To Oregon
All I, All I Wonder
While I Run
Is What's, Is What's
Next On My Agenda
I Made A Ruckus With A Succubus
Before She Knew I Was Amphibious
She Threw Her Hands Up And Started To Scream
"Man You Look Like Your Straight Outta V."
All I, All I Wonder
While I Run
Is What's, Is What's
Next On My Agenda
[Spoken:]
And So It Was That I, A Wayward Throwback To The Mesozoic, Was Enslaved As A Circus Freak To Entertain You Drunken Monkeys.
But Fate Still Had Her Twisted Sense Of Humor And She Granted Me Safe Passage To Sunny Florida, Where For Over The Past 300 Years Now I Have Been Breeding With An Unheard Of Efficiency.
And Soon My Progeny Will Rise Up And Say "Hail Draco, King Of The Dragon Men!"
I Fashion My Crown From Quetzalcoatl's Quills
Build My Palace In The Jungles Of Brazil
In The Summertime Come My Children
"For I Hail Draco, King Of Dragon Men!"
I Fashion My Crown From Quetzalcoatl's Quills
Build My Palace In The Jungles Of Brazil
In The Summertime Come My Children
"For I Hail Draco, King Of Dragon Men!"
They Landed In Manhattan
With Rifles And Hatchets
Stinking Like The Living Dead
Eatin' Local Fauna
Like There Wasn't A Tomorrow
As They Fed How It Bled, How It Bled
Sacajawea Is Gettin' Meager
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
It's Such A Long Road That We Travel
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
Causin' More Commotion
With That Steam Locomotion
On The Quiet Country Mile
Blisters By The Fistfuls
'Til The Foreman Blows The Whistle
And Drinkin' Whiskey All The While
Sacajawea Is Gettin' Meager
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
It's Such A Long Road That We Travel
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
Get Up On The Chuck Wagon
If Your Feet Are Draggin'
Get Up On The Chuck Wagon
If Your Feet Are Draggin'
Get Up On The Chuck Wagon
If Your Feet Are Draggin'-Yeah!
Well They Landed On Europa
And It's Colder Than Dakota
But They Took The Bull By The Horns
For The Frozen Ocean
Foreman Has Himself The Notion
"This Ain't Nothing We Ain't Done Before!"
Sacajawea Is Gettin' Meager
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
It's Such A Long Road That We Travel
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
Sacajawea Is Gettin' Meager
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
It's Such A Long Road That We Travel
Nickel Dime, Nickel Dime
Oh, I Seen Him Walkin'
On Down That Road
He Got A Broken Push Cart
With A Heavy Load
Oh, Lord Have Mercy
Upon My Wicked Soul
Ah, He Looked Right At Me
With His Eyes Of Coal
It's The Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Ah, He'll Sell You Liquids
To Cure That Whooping Cough
And Fine Liniments
At A Poor Man's Cost
Ah, But When Your Time Is Up Boy
And You Feel That Chill
He Will Come Softly Knocking
To Collect His Bill
It's The Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Oh, I Seen Him Walkin'
On Down That Road
He Got A Broken White Man
With A Heavy Load
Oh, Lord Have Mercy
Upon My Foolish Soul
It Is So Cold And Dark
Behind These Eyes Of Coal
It's The Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Hoodoo Operator
Operate
Operate
Operate
Organ Grinder's Henchmen Shaking Their Coins In Time-
"Guild Of Mute Assassins Will Convene At A Quarter To Nine."
Behind The Court House Atop A Scaffold Stands A Man With A Bag For A Face,
"You Will Not Have Learned Until I Return To Give My Executioner The Chase."
The Swinging Of Its Censers, The Silence Of Its Members
Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins
From The Places In-Between That Are So Seldom Seen
Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins.
Widow In The Furrow With Thimbles Hasn't Seen Her Face In Years
Kneels Into A Puddled Reflection To Find It Is Just As She's Feared.
In The Garden The Archangel, Sword Above His Head,
"You Will Not Return Until You Have Learned What You've Forfeited."
The Swinging Of Its Censers, The Silence Of Its Members
Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins
From The Places In-Between That Are So Seldom Seen
Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins.
Baby On A Threshold With Silver. Breath Rises From Its Lips
Beam Of Yellow Light From A Doorway And The Figure Of A Silhouette.
In The Cradle A Wood Stiletto Rattles Like A Barrel Of Bones.
Another Journeyman With Passion Silently Recites The Oath.
The Swinging Of Its Censers, The Silence Of Its Members
Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins
From The Places In-Between That Are So Seldom Seen
Oh, The Guild Of Mute Assassins.
Oh That Appalachian Way Runs From Georgia Clear Up To Maine.
Oh That Carolina Sand Runs From Kill Devil Hills Out To Cold Greenland.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na.
Can You Summon Fire Baby With A Simple Flint And Stone?
If You Can't Then Baby You Better Go Back To What You Know.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord.
Na, Na, Na, Na, Na.
Who Put Me In Heavy Metal? If You Know The Answer I Don't Care.
I Have A Kick Ass Harpsichord. That's Right.
I Saw You Dancing With The Devil, I Tell Ya Kid You're Better Off
Playing Leap-Frog With A Unicorn. That's Right.
Hang On, It's A Long Road To Where We Go.
Hang On, It's A Long Road To Where We Go.
Who Put Me In Heavy Metal? If You Know The Answer I Don't Care.
I Have A Kick Ass Harpsichord.
That's Right.
I Saw You Dancing With The Devil, I Tell Ya Kid You're Better Off
Playing Leap-Frog With A Unicorn.
That's Right.
Who Put Me In Heavy Metal? If You Know The Answer I Don't Care.
I Have A Kick Ass Harpsichord.
That's Right.
I Saw You Dancing With The Devil, I Tell Ya Kid You're Better Off
Playing Leap-Frog With A Unicorn.
That's Right.
Under Dogwood Blooms
Miss Widow On Her Loom
Eating Peaches & Cream
Observer Hums A Haunting Melody
You've Got An Easy Breezy Wind At Your Back
Most Of The Time
If You Do Not Understand Very Few Do
So Don't Feel Bad
Easy Breezy Beautiful Colored World
I'm In Love With You
R-O-Y-G-B-I-V
Your Colors Are A Comedy
Woman Waiting For Dawn
After The Deer Are Gone
Dandelions Holding Dew
As Indigo Brightens To Blue
You've Got An Easy Breezy Wind At Your Back
Most Of The Time
If You Do Not Understand Very Few Do
So Don't Feel Bad
Easy Breezy Beautiful Colored World
I'm In Love With You
R-O-Y-G-B-I-V
Your Colors Are A Comedy
Well, My Senses Are Sharpened
I'm Half In The Bag
I Got A Cheshire Smile And
A Five Cent Rag.
Day Of The Jackalope
Abandon All Ye Faithful
Abandon All Ye Hope
Abandon All Ye Faithful
It's The Day Of The Jackalope
Well, I Heard About Your Problems
With Your Old Man
Well, He's A Non-Issue
As Fast As I Can
Day Of The Jackalope
Abandon All Ye People
Abandon All Ye Hope
Abandon All Ye People
It's The Day Of The Jackalope
Well, The Leaves Blow In Circles
In My Footsteps
Like The Mouth Of A River
I Have No Regrets
Day Of The Jackalope
Abandon All Ye People
Abandon All Ye Hope
Abandon All Ye People
It's The Day Of The Jackalope
To All You Lasses In Parnassus Swallowing Swords,
Shooting Out Fire At Us Heathen Hordes,
I Was Thinking Something Before I Began,
But Then You Done Cut Off Both Of My Hands.
Now I Do My Drinking From Bamboo Straws,
Constantly Kicking At Tarantulas.
What Was I Thinking, Move To Baltimore?…
Oh Yeah, The Great Outdoors!
Jump Into The Water.
Keel-Hauled On The Constellation.
Don't Sell My Belongings
Because You Know That I'll Be Back.
Remember When I Told You That I Was A Samurai?
Well, The Fact Of The Matter Is That Was A Lie.
There Were Some Other Things That I'D Rather Not Recall.
Y'all Can Blame It All On The Alcohol.
But You Ain't Got No Business Criticizing Me.
This Is My House And I'll Do As I Please.
What Was I Thinking, Move To Baltimore?…
Oh Yeah, The Great Outdoors!
Jump Into The Water.
Keel-Hauled On The Constellation.
Don't Sell My Belongings
Because You Know That I'll Be Back.
Move It On Over And Give Me A Slice.
If You're In The Market For Green Zucchini,
Farmer's Almanac Got The Largest Size.
Winnebago Woman What You Cooking?
Move It On Over And Give Me A Slice.
I'D Be A Richer Man Today If It Weren't For Physics.
If I Could Levitate I Would Sell Lots Of Tickets
And Maybe Do An Interview With Larry King
While Floating.
I'D Be A Richer Man Today If It Weren't For Physics.
If I Could Levitate I Would Sell Lots Of Tickets
Move It On Over And Give Me A Slice.
Scott "Wino" Weinrich (Spirit Caravan) - Guitar Solo On "Red Horse Rainbow" (Left Channel), Guitars On "Brazenhead".
Heartbeat (Chuck Brown & The Soul Searchers) - Congas On "Frankenstein" And "Brazenhead", Vocals On "Brazenhead".
Leslie West (Mountain) - Guitars And Additional Vocals On "Immortal".
Dan Kerzwyck (Sixty Watt Shaman) - Additional Vocals On "Sinkemlow".
Joe Selby (Sixty Watt Shaman) - Guitar Solo On "Frankenstein" (Right Channel).
Machine - Additional Vocals On "Careful With That Mic...".
Pan-amoebic algebra, breed bizarre bacteria
What to do, oh, what to do?
Africanized killer bees, alabaster deities
Milk from spoons, sip milk from spoons
Within the ruins against the firth
The salamander has given birth
Only red horse rainbows can save us
Let them run wild and asunder
Call the royal guard to let the people in
Flaming arrows by hundreds
Pull the bog man from the peat, stand him up on both his feet
He jigs and reels, he jigs and reels
Infiltrating silver crabs, carry a most scented flag
To their front lines, to their front lines
Within the ruins against the firth
The salamander has given birth
Only red horse rainbows can save us
Let them run wild and asunder
Call the royal guard to let the people in
Flaming arrows by hundreds
And now the salamander
Run to the tower and call up the magus
If he has caused this, we'll tear out his pages
I Walk Wherever The Weather Provides
Because Everybody Needs Some Time Outside
Give Me No Lip And I Tell You No Lie.
Hands Down The Illest Ventriloquist This Side Of The Mississippi River
That's Right Operator Smoother Than Faders On An Automated Sound Board
Andretti's Never Raced Me But If He Wants To Oh I'm Ready Coordination Of The Eye And Hand Is Not My Strong Point But I Make Due With What I Have.
Pure Rock Fury The Solution Is So Clear
Calling All Humans And Able Volunteers.
I Walk Wherever The Weather Provides Because Everybody Needs Some Time Outside
I've Seen Them Boxes With Peliculas One Time Stands Out In Particular
I Saw You Dance In The Arena All In Makeup Dressed Up Like A Ballerina
I Got To Wonder What's Got Into You Or Just What You Got Into.
Pure Rock Fury The Solution Is So Clear
Calling All Humans And Able Volunteers.
Hotter Than Abba In Nevada Sun In A Real Small Car With The Windows Rolled Up
No Super Trooper Because You Pooped Your Pants And You're Screaming Oh Please Just Give Me One More Chance
Not One To Shrink From Helping Humankind Brother One Other Thing That You Might Keep In Mind
Coordination Of The Eye And Hand Is Not My Strong Point But I Make Due With What I Have.
Pure Rock Fury The Solution Is So Clear
Calling All Humans And Able Volunteers.
Won't You Open Up The Border
To Rivers Running Green?
I Have Kilo Loads Of Plastic
To Trade For Pumpkin Seeds.
I Know Folks In Wichita As Well As Santa Fe,
All Veterans Of The Trade.
Open It Up.
Open It Up.
Open It.
Living For The Trade.
The Merry Wives Of Windsor
I Swapped For Cans Of Spam
While Sipping Fine Darjeeling
With An Englishman.
I Know Folks In Liverpool As Well As In Bombay,
All Veterans Of The Trade.
Open It Up.
Open It Up.
Open It.
Living For The Trade.
In A Tent On The Caravan Road You'll Find Those Things You Thought Were Gone.
Bartered For Jasmine And Silk And Furs Of Frozen Mastodons.
I Know Folks In Wichita As Well As Bombay,
All Veterans Of The Trade.
Mistress Of Ices, Stygian Skater,
Scribing Devices, Dancing On Sabers.
So Very Relentless, Counting The Sheep.
Electrical Fences, Americans Leap.
Paramorpheus, Somnambulating,
Dream Scarabaeus In Chorus Refraining,
So Very Relentless, Counting The Sheep.
Electrical Fences, Americans Leap.
One, Two, Fisherman's Stew
Boiled On Timber And Stirred With A Broom.
Three, Four, Pour It On The Floor,
Feed All The Beasties And Cook Up Some More.
Five, Six, Mortar And Brick,
Weaker Than Iron, But Stronger Than Sticks.
Seven, Eight, Lock Up The Gate,
Nothing To Do But To Sit And To Wait.
Nine, Ten, Do It Again,
Bun In The Oven, A Wolf In The Den.
Companion Chimera, Lethean Grazer,
Pausing To Herald Mistress On Sabers.
So Very Relentless, Counting The Sheep.
Electrical Fences Americans Leap.
If Knee Deep In Catnip At The Old Ice Box,
I Recommend You Whistle And Give The Box Three Knocks.
Should You Be So Lucky To Hear Whispering,
It Is An Invitation For You To Leap In.
May You Go Marching In Three-Measure Time,
Dressed Up As Asses And Drunk To The Nines.
Swing From The Rafters Shouting Those Songs
Gone Unsung For Far Too Long.
If Boxing Your Shadow At The Wall Full Of Moss
And Antlers Approach You, Then I Am At A Loss.
May You Go Marching In Three-Measure Time
Dressed Up As Asses And Drunk To The Nines.
Swing From The Rafters Shouting Those Songs
Gone Unsung For Far Too Long.
Drink To The Dead All You Still Alive
We Shall Join Them, In Good Time.
Should You Go Crossing That Silvery Brook,
It's Best To Leap Before You Look.
Drink To The Dead All You Still Alive
We Shall Join Them, In Good Time.
Should You Go Crossing That Silvery Brook,
It's Best To Leap Before You Look.
If Surrounded By Toadstools At The Old Green Glen,
I'm Afraid There Is Little That I Can Recommend,
Save All Of Your Courage And Sincere Prayer.
And Where You Go A' Treading Take The Utmost Care.
Drink To The Dead All You Still Alive
We Shall Join Them, In Good Time.
Should You Go Crossing That Silvery Brook,
It's Best To Leap Before You Look.
Drink To The Dead All You Still Alive
We Shall Join Them, In Good Time.
Should You Go Crossing That Silvery Brook,
It's Best To Leap Before You Look.
So Tell Me, When You Took The Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test
Did You Know The Answers Or Did You Just Guess?
You Rely On Gimmicks To Amuse Your Fans
And Act All Urban To Jack-Up Your Sound-Scan.
What's The Matter With You? How Come You Rhyme Monosyllabically?
Is Atrophy Shrinking Your Entire Vocabulary?
Your Style's Like Garbage Cans Meant To Be Taken Out On A Weekly Basis.
Ever Since Your First Record You've Been In A State Of Suspended Animation.
You Look Like Snuffaluffagus And Australopithecus.
Me Cray, You Abacus.
But Enough About You, Let's Talk About Me
And How Single-Handedly I Redefined The Science Of Radio Astronomy,
Making Nobel Prize Winners Question Their Notions Of Reality.
Oh, But I Digress, You Play Sorry, I Play Chess.
King's Pawn To B3, Checkmate, Go Get Some Percasets.
Careful With That Mic, Weezy.
Do You Really Think It's That Easy?
Mmmm, This Is Really Good Ice Cream! You Want Some Of It?
Oh, My Bad I Didn't Know You Were Lactose Intolerant.
Makes You Pass Gas, Frightens All The Girls Away.
Only Friends You Keep Are Those You Pay.
Always On The Ready For The Wack Snack Attack,
I Carry Sandwiches Around In A Straight-Edge Style Jansport Backpack.
Got The Gadget Q Gave Bond. Take Control Of Your Mind And Make You Jump In A Pond,
Go "Quack Quack" And Flap Your Arms, Leave You Confused, But Completely Unharmed.
Careful With That Mic, Weezy.
Do You Really Think It's That Easy?
Do You Really Think It's True
That Up Above They Can't Hear You?
Now Both You And I Know That The Past Ten Years Have Been Rather Intense.
I'm Ashamed To Admit That I've Been Fooled By The Seductions Of Violence.
People Walking Around With Ugly Auras.
At Times I'm Even Tempted To Seek The Advice Of Dr. Laura,
But I Ignore Her.
So I Take A Deep Breath And Count To Ten,
Ain't Gonna Let It Get Under My Skin.
Take A Deep Breath And Count To Ten.
Think Of All The Nice Places That I Been
Like Back When I Was Waging Peace Against The Visigoths,
I Was Tutored In The Ancient Mysteries By A Wizened Philosoph,
Learned The Polyrhythm Of Celestial Time,
And Wait For The One To Come And Get It Done To Finish The Rhyme.
Careful With That Mic, Weezy.
Do You Really Think It's That Easy?
Do You Really Think It's True
That Up Above They Can't Hear You?
A kaleidoscope program
Is functioning so beautifully
Fire up all the primary engines
Calculate projected nexus
Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure
Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one meaning some and zero meaning nothing
Continue stretching the edge of rondure
While maintaining geodesic stasis
Anomaly detected
No previous known cases
Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure
Indigenous life must be in agreement
Like one meaning some and zero meaning nothing
Colossal liquid insect
With legs the size of rockets
Analyze its orgone levels
Switch view to kaleidoscopic
Take a good plane and shave off all the edges
Not straight enough to make a perfect structure
Indigenous life must be in agreement
Hey Hey Now, What's That Smell?
Just Like Cornbread Done Too Well.
What You Need You Know I Got.
So Hands Up, Who Wants To Rock?
[Instrumental]
[Instrumental]
I Been Working, One Eye Dollar,
Bye And Bye, Lord, Bye And Bye.
I Been Working, One Eye Dollar,
Bye And Bye, Lord, Bye And Bye.
I Got The Plans To The Oval Office
Bye And Bye, Lord, Bye And Bye.
I Got The Plans In My Front Pocket,
Bye And Bye, Lord, Bye And Bye.
In The Inner Chambers Of The President
You Will Find No Crosses, Only Pentagrams
Beelzebub And Business Suits On The Hot Line, All Right.
I Been Working, One Eye Dollar,
Bye And Bye, Lord, Bye And Bye.
I Been Working, One Eye Dollar,
Bye And Bye, Lord, Bye And Bye.
I Been Working Like A Pack Mule Every Day
And To Think That Some Of It Ends Up That Way.
[Instrumental]
Sun Eyed Dandelion,
Seen You Garden Gnomes Gone Pass By?
Small One Wear A Pointy Red Hat.
The Big One He Just That He Real Fat.
If You See Them Please Tell Them Without Delay,
"You Taked My Saffron Now You Got To Pay!"
Sunned Dandelion,
You Say They Got An Airtight Alibi?
Then how'd They Get Themselves Them Diamond Rings?
You Know Well No Gnomes Don't Make. The Good Money.
If You See Them Please Tell Them Without Delay,
"You Taked My Saffron, Now You Got To Pay."
Sun Eyed, What Now Hey Hey Hey Your Hair Is Turning Gray.
Is There Something That You Need To Say?
Suspect, You're Looking Through And Through.
I'D Take To The Wind If I Was You.
Good Bye Saffron, Know That You Did Good By Me.
'Till Wicked Weeded Wild In My Garden.
Norman The Mormon Hears The Doorbell Ring.
But Inside They're Not Answering.
Peering Through The Window, To His Surprise,
The Door Flies Open, "Come Inside!"
"I Am Jason The Freemason, What You're Selling I Do Not Need.
Mr. Patrick, Orthodox Catholic, Is More Likely In Your League."
At That Very Moment Mr. Softee Rings His Bells,
Ding-A-Ling Ding-A-Ling.
Quickly Thereafter, Choco-Taco Delight
While Reclining On His Brand New Mountain Bike.
Now Watch You Most Closely, For Here The Plot Does Twist.
Enter Simon, The Super Scientologist.
"I'm Opining Sailing Simon. Is You Stupid Or Is You Just High?
Mother Hubbard Got Me Covered Like Sarah Lee On Her Cherry Pie."
Norman Says To Simon, "Hey, If There Are Really Aliens,
I Would Think That L. Ron Hubbard Would Have To Be One Of Them."
"Oh My Lord! Oh My Lord! Oh My Oh My!"
[Harmonica Solo]
The Pie Man Passes By On His Way To The Fair (And He Says)
"Reason, Won't You Put Your Blue Dress On?
Reason, Won't You Put Your Blue Jeans On?"
At That Very Moment Mr. Softee Rings His Bells.
So Before Simon Could Bring His Crushing Blow,
Norman Raises His Hands, "Oh No, Oh No!"
Simon Says, "Hey, We Ain't Even Finished This!"
Norman Says, "Yes We Have. Here Come Them Witnesses."
"Reason, Won't You Put Your Blue Dress On?
Reason, Won't You Put Your Blue Dress On?"
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Standing waist high in snow, what brought me here I do not know.
Sky is filled with starry scenes of heroes in their greatest deeds.
Satellites move across the sky, and every year they multiply.
Father bear is sound asleep and will be so for several weeks.
Across the plain I see a figure every instant growing bigger.
Instinct tells me to run away, while faith proposes that I wave.
He approaches to a rod. I whisper up a prayer to Gd.
The stranger asks me with a grin, "Do you have the time my friend?"
Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence).
Manitoba, better snows I've never found (oh yes, time is of the essence).
The author looms above his page and thinks it strange that at his age
he can not find the proper words to describe his only world.
One would think that in a life where no two snowflakes are alike
one would have a brilliant rhyme for each and every bit of time.
Himalaya is my old time stomping ground (oh yes, time is of the essence).
I'll Keep Pulling On The Towpath.
You Keep Floating On The River.
Yeah, Until The Day Is Done.
Keep On Keeping On The Low Road,
Chesapeake And Ohio.
Because On The Higher Ground You Will Find
Elephant Riders To The Northwest Bring News From Father.
Looking Like It's Always Closing,
The Salty Dog Is Always Open.
Here, I Got An I.O.U.
Clickity Clack Clack, Clickity Clack Clack,
Baltimore And Ohio,
Clickity Clack Clack, Clickity Clack Clack,
Roll On, Roll On.
On Our Way To Washington Where Work Is Done By Men With Gavels,
I Heard A Sound That Just About Removed Me From My Filly's Saddle.
Just Outside Of Antietam, Where Once There Was A Mighty Battle,
I Heard The Rhythm Of The Hammers Beating The Rail Lines Together.
Elephant Riders To The Northwest Bring News From Father.
Don't Be Eating All The Hard Tack.
Between We Two There's Half A Small Sack.
Still, We Got Miles To.
Giddy Up Pony, Giddy Up Pony,
Camptown Race Is Five Miles Long.
Giddy Up Pony, Giddy Up Pony,
Ride On, Ride On.
On Our Way To Washington Where Work Is Done By Men With Gavels,
I Heard A Sound That Just About Removed Me From My Filly's Saddle.
Just Outside Of Antietam, Where Once There Was A Mighty Battle,
I Heard The Rhythm Of The Hammers Beating The Rail Lines Together.
Elephant Riders To The Northwest Bring News From Father.
Elephant Riders To The Northwest Bring News Of Battle.
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Tin shacks and catfish bones have been about all I've ever known.
The junebugs rattle and roll all around the old maypole.
Thunder and lightning, the catfish are biting.
I took a river boat downstream. I think you know what I mean.
The chicken hawks they are gathering. Above my head they are circling.
Old friends coming out visiting say hi and talk about collecting.
Stray dogs won't come near me. Was blind, now I see clearly.
Believe I'm fixing to die. When you're living in the country it's, "why, oh
why?"
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
Look over yonder there on the farther shore, on the farther shore.
Look over yonder there. I see a ship of gold, I see a ship of gold.
Beyond that mountain there I see a Citty-on-a-Hille.
Its gates are open wide. I hear the ringing bells.
Look over yonder there on toward the burying ground.
Poor boy is all a fire. Poor boy is dead and gone. Oh, poor boy is dead and
gone.
One of these days the Ship of Gold will carry me to my reward.
Out of this world it will take me to hear the horns of Jubilee.
Pig fat and old pork rinds ain't enough to keep a man alive.
The bullfrog sleeps all day. Come night he has his say.
Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest.
Believe I'm fixing to die. Believe I'll take my rest.
Oh, I'm sorry that I left my home. Oh. Oh. Oh.
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Went to the five and dime, bought myself a copy of Time,
and on the cover was a woman that I knew when I was excavating in the
mountains of Peru.
I caught a plane to L.I.A.. I didn't know what I would say.
Maybe she would like me I had lost a lot of weight since she had last seen me
in 1988.
Went to a local bar and ordered a cerveza,
asked a man about the woman on the cover,
dijo, "Claro que sí, es el presidente's daughter."
Asked him where she might be. He said, "You did not hear this from me.
The girl is a terrorista en las montanas a Chuquibambilla."
Took a bus through mountains. Oh my head was pounding.
Got to stay strong and carry on. Got to stay strong it won't be long.
Arrived in the villa surrounded by guerillas. Then my girl took me in her
arms.
She said, "How have you been? Oh, but I'll see you again."
I woke up in a coffin underneath an altar to the east of Machu Pichu.
Crawled from the royal tomb. The sun was bright it burned my eyes.
I knew that she was gone so I went down to the riverside and I cried cried
cried.
Down to the riverside and I cried cried cried.
Muchas veces I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going.
Muchas veces I'm at a loss as what to do.
Muchas veces I don't know if I'm coming or I'm going.
Muchas veces I'm at a loss as what to do.
My friend said, "She's nothing but pain."
I said, "I still love her the same. All she needs is a little bit of love and
I'm sure I can make her change some."
"What about that girl in Zaire that you met while a volunteer?
She got quite the education and quite the pair of legs on her."
"Oh, she married an Englishman, a correspondent for CNN.
She thought he was rather handsome in a U.N. blue flak jacket.
Oh, I see where you're coming from, but for me there is no other one.
I must be on my merry way."
Went to the five and dime, bought myself a copy of Time,
and on the cover was a woman that I knew claiming she was a kahuna on Oahu.
Caught a plane to H.I.A. The sun was bright it burned my eyes.
I knew that she was near because I felt shivers on my spine. I felt fine,
fine, fine.
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
In the north they call us Rebels,
In the south they call us Yankees,
Because every other sucker's born to do the hokey pokey
With the skillet lickin' time keepers,
The grinning reapers
Of a missionary rock star.
You can rock it like Sir Sisyphus,
But even in it's genesis
It's really quite ridiculous,
'Lectric hobo, so now you know
Not to clock the Weeble Wobble hot rod gang,
Revelator big bang.
You can't hang with the heavinesses hung
Among the houses of the rising tongue.
No fun to crack the axle,
But it's got to be done
Because whenever you wobble the weebles
You know that they get ticked off.
And in the season of boll-weevil speaking evil in your ear,
And a pile of manure fertilizing all your fears,
We yabbadabbadoo all the way to Shangri-la.
Here it is with the rock and roll outlaw.
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock.
Where rock is criminal, the criminals, they rock
Where rock is criminal, criminals rock. . . like this!
Hee haw, hee haw, hee haw, hee haw,
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Won't you come over and stay for a while.
Take a seat, have a drink, we'd have a nice time.
Turn on the TV. I believe it's prime time.
I'll make you chicken cacciatore in five.
There's a woman down at 342 who can't keep the stains on her kitchen floor
clean.
And there's a man who's been knocking on his own door for three years, or has
it been four?
I don't want to spend the winter in this house all alone.
Those neighbors of mine keep coming over and playing with my mind.
I would like to love you. I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
Here in my neighborhood there is the strangest thing -
green buckets every Friday at every driveway.
They're filled with glasses, plastics and newspapers too.
They say they recycle and bring them back to you.
I would like to love you I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
We could be a family, consume many goods.
We could be the pillars of the neighborhood.
Ah babe, I'm a real hard worker. With the proper tools.
I'll make you anything you yearn for.
The barbarians are at the gate, come in before it's too late.
I have food enough to last the two of us about a year.
One thousand cans of chowder and one thousand cans of beer.
I love my neighbors like I love my own brothers,
but every year they are getting odder and odder.
I would like to love you. I sure would treat you right,
We could take the trash out every Thursday night.
We could be a family, consume many goods.
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
When I talk talk on the C.B. yeah I scare men.
My my tire knockers rock the parking lot quite a lot yeah.
Rolled along 40 and roared down 10,
Released my cargo around the Big Bend.
I always take my time,
A maverick moonminer sipping sunshine.
Hauled ass to Memphis, I spoke to the Pharoah.
He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows.
Steve McQueen's got nothing on me,
I take you back west of Pleiades.
If you want someone to talk to,
Well I'm your man.
I've seen it all,
And I know where you live.
High time honey, hell yeah, watcha know, I'm back again, yeah.
Roll Roll down highways with a vengeance, yeah.
I never ever sweated for the fortune and fame game.
Nevertheless, I'm flying down the left lane.
I always pay my dues,
So sit your ass down, and I'll show you how they used to.
If you want someone to talk to,
Well I'm your man.
I've seen it all,
And I know where you live.
A preacher, a trucker, a highroller,
A holy roller preacher rolling trucker.
A preacher, a trucker, a highroller,
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
So you say you want to go to Heaven,
Well I got the plans.
It walks like the Sasquatch
And it breeds like Kubla Khan.
In original dialect,
It's really quite cryptical.
There are many copies around,
But this my man is the original.
It's given me powers,
But kept me low.
Many have scorned this,
Modern day Pharisees fat with espressos.
Be leary of Timothy,
Clear light and all that.
If you want light go stare at the sun.
Hell, that boy don't know crap.
If you want to know Paradise,
And you want to know Hell,
Want to drink that cool clear liquor,
Better dig a little deeper in the well.
If you want to know Paradise,
And you want to know Hell,
Want to drink that cool clear liquor,
Better dig a little deeper in the well.
You want a mantra?
You want to know?
You want that mantra?
Well here you go.
One for the money,
Two for the show,
And a knickknackpaddywack
Give the Lord a handclap.
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Still want that mantra?
Still want to know?
Still want that mantra?
Well here you go.
It is written.
I have spoken.
So put this in your pipe
And smoke it.
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahahtwingtwangwallawallabingbang
Ooeeooahah, B-I-N-G-O,
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Then against my better judgment I went walking out that door.
I smiled at one person then I nodded to three more.
One man asked me for a dollar, I asked him, "What's it for?"
He said, "I have seen them." I said, "O.K., it's yours."
And as featured on the MTV, the local high school lets out,
And the town becomes anarchy.
Parties are crashed, skid marks are measured.
The story's in the paper, you may read it at your leisure.
Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
And to the tune of a billion dollars, I supplied to the D.O.E.
Some tasty little nuggets of alien technology.
And as one might expect, I've been harassed for years.
The Men In Black have been bending my ear.
As a matter of fact, they were just here today,
But I escaped them through a secret passageway.
Once I lived there for one thousand days.
Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
I have plans for the future, guess they're futuristic plans.
Move out west and buy some desert lands.
Maybe up North, just past Alaska.
You know nothing of this if they ask you.
Red Rover, Red Rover, Bob Lazar's coming over.
So honey clear the airstrip and light up that stove.
By Jove, I think it's started. Oh yeah,
Escape From the Prison Planet.
Billion people harvest on Mars.
Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk,
One mile from the pyramid.
Escape From the Planet of the Apes.
Go forth, ad infinitum.
Return the relics to the Elephant.
And Atlantis rises.
Get out.
Eject.
Escape From the Prison Planet.
Ejector seat ignite.
Billion people harvest on Mars.
Rebuild the remnants of the obelisk,
One mile from the pyramid.
Escape From the Planet of the Apes.
Go forth, ad infinitum.
Return the relics to the Elephant.
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Scientific progress
All too real
Dialectic nonsense
All unreal
Dial in the sands
Droid on the Moon
Lead into gold
One cousin removed
God names man
Man names ape
Flight of Icarus
Down into flames
Scientific progress
A circle revealed
Perfect as always
As all ways are real
Yeah
Can't Funk With The Feel
Or With The Other Three
This Mother Load
Comin' Atcha, All 3D's
We Got Big News
The Party Boat Is Here
The Band Is Kicking
And I See Lots Of Beer
And I Believe There Is Gambling
On The Deck Just Below From Here
We Got Greedo
Solo To The Rear
They Know The Deal
Sacks Packed And Stacked With
Pieces Of Eight
A Sailor's Life For Me
Live Free Or Die
Never Look A Bounty Hunter In The Eye
Damn
Now Where Were We?
I Think Aces High
Sleeves Are Rolled
Tremendous Diamonds
And A Mouth Of Gold
I Spent Many Years A Rambling
I'll Never Change These Foolish Ways
'Cause Fortune Tellers Make A Killing Nowadays
Best Keep Living Like A Castaway
With My Sack Packed
Pieces Of Eight
A Sailor's Life For Me
Live Free Or Die
Never Look A Merman In The Eye
Damn
The Fog Is Rolling In,
The Tide Is High.
Diane's As Fat Can Be,
Aye, Captain, Aye.
The Guests Seem More Than Pleased,
How Is The Wine?
We Shall Be Underway
On The By And By.
Ahead One Third
Ahead Two Thirds
Full Ahead Flank
And Out From The Belly Of The Whale Came A Prophet
Amen.
Go Shoot The Moon, The Sun,
The Great Divide.
I Believe There's A Storm A' Brewin',
Nine Crows At Nine O'Clock Nigh.
Dutch Man At The Mizzenmast,
Six Harpies Are Singin' To The Lee,
I Believe She's Going Down,
I Believe Were Gonna Die Die Die!
Fortune Tellers Make A Killing Nowadays,
Me, Oh My,
Howdy Doody's Past The House Of Aquarius,
Bring Me More Whiskey And Rye.
Big News From The Party Boat
Oh Sir, Do Not Distress
The Food Is Fine.
Oh, But I Must Confess
I Do Find The Wine A Wee Bit Dry.
Fifteen Men On A Dead Man's Chest,
Yo Ho Ho And A Bottle Of Rye.
Drink And The Devil Had Done For The Rest'
She's Sunk Full Fathom, Five Five Five!
Fortune Tellers Make A Killing Nowadays,
Me, Oh My,
Howdy Doody's Past The House Of Aquarius,
Bring Me More Whiskey And Rye.
Big News From The Party Boat
Them Bones, Them Bones, Them Dry, Dry Bones,
Come Down To The Locker Of Davy Jones
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Everything gonna be all-right
I went deep down into that river now. I rose up.
I felt that sun beat down upon this sinner's face.
I went deep in that water now. I rose up.
I felt that sun beat down upon my face
Everything gonna be all-right
So the I smash the palace like the son of Samson,
Hollerin' louder than all of Bedlam,
Take me to higher ground,
The bury my body six feet down.
I walked forty miles out into that desert now.
Wailed and moaned, till a Lion, He called my name.
And He said that Old Ship of Zion is taking way way out,
Out into outer space.
And He said everything gonna be all-right
I climbed the highest of the heights.
Atop that mountain I watched the day turn into night.
Oh I tell you I was a wretched sight,
But I stood long and hard until the light.
Rubbing needles in my eyes, eating dirt.
Rise now my son
You were suffering from a horrible dream
So mend your ways before they tear you by the seams
You're not the first and not the last
So take this relic of the beloved past
Take it now, It's yours, pass it on, preserve
This undeniable heritage of yours
So take this heirloom
So take this heirloom
So take the heirloom
So take the heirloom
But I don't want it
And I don't need it
So you can keep it
So you can keep it
I don't want it, I don't need it
Take your heirloom to hell
I will not fulfill your prophecy
Because this heirloom, it burns like a scar
The call denies the branding iron at last
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it
Like A Fly To Doo Doo
You Need Me Like A Bird Needs Wings
Or Little Bunny Fufu Who Needs To Bop The Field Mice
So All The Kids Can Sing
They Call Me El Jefe
El Primo De Los Matadors
The Master Of The Metaphor,
A Chaw Chewin' Troubadour
The One You've Come To Love And Adore,
And I've Come To Take You Away
Take You Away
Take You Away
Take You Away
Take You Away
Take You Away
Take You Away
I'll Make You Go Goo Goo
Like A Baby That Sees Candy Right Before Its Eyes
I'll Kiss Your Little Boo Boo
Make It Better Than It's Ever Felt Before
They Call Me El Jefe
El Primo De Los Matadors
The Master Of The Metaphor,
A Chaw Chewin' Troubadour
The One You've Come To Love And Adore,
And I've Come To Take You Away
I'll Take You Away Now
I'll Take You Away Now
Can You Do The Two Step Fleshtone Slide?
Well I'll Teach You
Can You Do The Achy Breaky Eyeball Dance?
Well I'll Teach You
Can You Do The Two Step Fleshtone Slide?
Well I'll Teach You
Can You Do The Achy Breaky Eyeball Dance?
Well I'll Teach You
They Call Me El Jefe
The Boss And The Point Man
And I've Come To Take You Away
They Call Me El Jefe
The Boss And The Hit Man
And I've Come To Take You Away
Now all will be sanctified
And now all will be purified
And now all will be rectified
And now all will be rectified
And now you will be purified
And now you will be purified
So you writhe in the deep fry
Squirm like the earthworm
In that mud called love
That you justified
That will be purified
Whether you like it or not
So you writhe in the deep fry
Squirm like the earthworm
In that mud called love
That you justified
That will be purified
Whether you like it or not
So you leap from the dung heap
Squirm like the earthworm
In that mud called love
That you justified
That will be rectified
Whether you like it or not
Writhe in the deep fry
Squirm like the earthworm
In that mud called love
That you justified
That will be rectified
Whether you like it or not
And now all will be purified
And now all will be sanctified
And now all will be rectified
Temptation of indulgence
Divides and conquers my mind
An elegy for fading youth
Welcome to mankind
If you provide the spleen
Then I'll provide the ideal
If I provide a puppet
Will you provide the strings?
Revel in the glory
Of a coming of age
Decades of suppression
Released in a rage
Have mercy
How can I seize the day when it is dusk?
You provide the pull and I'll provide the thrust
Romance is nothing but a sack of lies
But it is truth which I have come to despise
Bacchanal
If I provide the scene
Will you provide the ordeal?
If I provide a crown
If You Thought It Was Boring In Jordan
Then Come Out Here For A Day
And By The Way, The Name Is Marcus
But If You Like, You Can Call Me Sensei
Well The Emperor Is In The Pig Sty
And The Geisha Is In The Shack
And You Better Believe I'll Hold Them There
Till The Feds, They Pay Me Back
Kamikaze Backbone
Nine Iron Spitfire
Continental Samurai
Oh My Lord
Brown Sugar, Sweet Potato
Sourmash, Baby Back
Redneck Romance
Bless My Soul
Hari Kari And Combines,
Come Dancin' With Me
Hari Kari And Combines,
Won't You Come Dancin' With Me?
Yes, I'm A New World Samurai, And A Redneck Nonetheless
Yes, I'm A New World Samurai, And A Redneck Nonetheless
Yes, I'm A New World Samurai, And I Can Read Your Mind
Check It Out, I'm Like A Buzzbomb
Yes, I'm A New World Samurai,
Check It Out, I'm Like A Buzzbomb
So Beebopalloobopawopshamboo
And Domo Arigato If I Got To
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And Domo Arigato If I Got To
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And Domo Arigato If I Got To
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And Domo Arigato If I Got To
This was always the last place
I expected to be
Once upon an apocalypse
So better make the most of it
So I said to the horsemen
?Have a coke and a smile?
So I said to the horsemen
?Why not stick around for a while??
But they said, "You got the wrong one, baby
The new generation is pushing up some daisies
And by decree of Rapture Inc
We're closing this here market permanently?
Coming down like a ton of lead
More bang for your buck
More pangs for the dead
Coca Cola and Armageddon
I like it, like it, yes I do
So they tried to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
But it was way off key
So here comes the big RC
The melting pot boils
The bible belt breaks
And young America begins to sing
Coca Cola and Armageddon
We like it, like it, yes we do
Coca Cola and Armageddon
It's the real thing now, come and get it
So they tried to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
But it was way off key
So here comes the big RC
The melting pot boils
The bible belt breaks
I have suffered
For your sins
But now is when
My fun begins
If I hit you,
Turn your cheek
You are righteous,
But you are weak
"Orgy-Porgy, Ford and fun
Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at one with girls at peace;
Orgy-Porgy gives release."*
American dream
Turns to dust
So give us a god
That does not rust
Points of light
Quickly fade
You are food
But you are saved
Juggernaut
This is it,
We've reached the border
This is it,
The New World Order.
If I die
Before I wake,
I pray the Order
My soul to take
"Orgy-Porgy, Ford and fun
Kiss the girls and make them One.
Boys at one with girls at peace;
Orgy-Porgy gives release."*
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Justification, the means are the end
Doctrine and dogma, I will not relent
This world a garden in need of such weeding
This world a minefield in need of such sweeping
Impetus
This ministration without full consent
Fire and brimstone, I will not relent
Just as all good things must come to an end
I will administer as I see fit
I will not relent
I will not relent
I will not relent
I am driven
Impetus
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
If it would disappear
If it would disappear
That
Which
Does
Kill
Makes
Stronger
Take a big bite of my sweet addiction
Get a little closer to this sick affliction
Truth and consequences led to this conviction
Trial by error, another crucifixion.
Eat it up
Wash it down
Hit the deck
Kiss the ground
The enemy is within,
And she is your only friend
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Captain America, where are you now?
Minuteman, please show me how
To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away
The evils of my forefathers pale to those today
Sins of gods run through the head, a second genesis
Some have called it ignorance, others have called it bliss
I've done my time, liberate me
I have done my penance, inebriate me
The truth of it all
The truth of it all
Inebriate me
Mistress of ices
Stygian Skater
Scribing devices
Dancing on sabres
So very relentless
Counting the sheep
Electrical fences
American sleep
Paramorpheus
Somnambulating
Dream scarabaeus
In chorus refraining
So very relentless
Counting the sheep
Electrical fences
American sleep
One, two, fisherman's stew
Boiled on timber and stirred with a broom
Three, four, pour it on the floor
Feed all the beasties, cook up some more
Five, six, mortar and brick
Weaker than iron but stronger than sticks
Seven and eight, lock up the gate
Nothing to do but to sit and to wait
Nine, ten
Do it again
Bun in the oven
A wolf in the den
Companion chimera
Lethean grazer
Pausing to herald
Mistress of sabers
So very relentless
Counting the sheep
Electrical fences
Dodge Swinger 1973, Galaxy 500
All the way stars' green, gotta go
Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low
Panel dim, light drive, Jesus on the dashboard
T minus whenever it feels right, Galaxy 500
Planets align, a king is born
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Dodge Swinger 1973, flaps down, chassis free
Buzz Aldrin, Armstrong, or maybe just me
Don't worry, it's coming
Don't worry, it's coming
Jesus on the dashboard, oh, yeah
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
I turn on the radio, hey, kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day
We'll find us some space grass
Lay low, watch the universe expand
Skyway, permanent Saturday
By the way, Saturn is my rotary
Hop in, it'll be eternity till we make it to M83
Once around the Sun, cruising, climbing
Jupiter cyclops winks at me
Yeah, he knows who's driving
Hit neutral in the tail of a comet
Let the vortex pull my weight
Push the seat back a little lower
Watch light bend in the blower
Planets align, a king is born
Dodge Swinger
Jesus on the dashboard, oh yeah
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
Whenever it feels right
I turn on the radio, hey, kid, are you going my way?
Hop in, we'll have ourselves a field day
We'll find us some space grass
Lay low, watch the universe expand
Skyway, permanent Saturday
By the way, Saturn is my rotary
Hop in, it'll be eternity till we make it to M83
One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas
Lick tall walls to find them all are sweeter than a cane
Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
Medicine of modern miracles, voodoo to those out of focus
Experts explain experience, "Hocus pocus, hocus pocus!"
Mouthfuls down in a floating locus, most of us deny
Medicine of modern miracles, who know circles with no foci?
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
[Incomprehensible]
Trapped in sap, chambered in a tree
Shadow of a giant across the centuries
Bits of shattered glass scattered on the shore
Break the genie bottle and open up the door, yeah
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooh, smoke banshee honey bee sting buzz
Ooh, plum been running, buck a doz
Small upsetters
Small upsetters
Come around the corner
Never bother
Get on living
Small upsetter
Come around the corner
Do not bother
The killers, Scylla and the limping fool
All the beggars play by the beggar's own rules
On a sea of destruction
Alright, a sea destruction
Blackest jackets of their burning books
A lecher loves what a lecher should
On a sea destruction
Alright, a sea of destruction
Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame
Leviathans will guide you into where they say
Kings dig ditches, witches stitch in witches time
And proper paupers are of sound body and mind
Greenest genius of the fallen fool
All the beggars play by the beggars own rules
On a sea of destruction
Alright, a sea of destruction
Build your ship and sail across the sea of flame
Leviathans will guide you into where they say
Kings dig ditches, witches stitch in witches time
Fine swine, wish you were mine bite the apple of my eye
This little piggy never made it home
Helter skelter, run for shelter, can't escape the boiling swelter
Beat you like the dog that you are
Oh, I could kill you if I wanted
Kill you with my own two hands
Oh, I'm so happy I could kill you
Kill you like a sacrificial lamb
Because you, you are nothing but an animal
With a branding iron on your back
A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat, all cut up, all cut up
Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
The swine, the wine, the coming feast
Your Jesus Christ has canine teeth
Fine swine, wish you were mine bite the apple of my eye
This little piggy never made it home
Helter skelter, run for shelter, can't escape the boiling swelter
Beat you like the dog that you are
Because you, you are nothing but an animal
With a branding iron on your back
A sight so obscene, a sight so absurd
So many ways to skin a cat, all cut up, all cut up
Everything tastes better now
My hands, these tools, the fatted cow
The swine, the wine, the coming feast
Silver women on the OMNI magazine
They got the future precisely laid out as I need
That Lux Aeterna sound is so frightening
Holding hands with Lucifer is never that enlightening
So fire it up
Fire it up and the flesh be damned
Fire it up
Yeah, that's the ticket, now kick out the jams
Engineer the future now
Damn tomorrow, future now
Throw the switches, prime the charge
Yesterday's for mice and gods
Mice and gods
Mice and gods
Mice and gods
Life inside the biosphere, dodecahedron fever's here
Sporting scarlet, letters of genetic imperfection, dear
Love child in the reeds, take a sample for the breed
Should have left him in the stream, cooing at the smitten queen
So fire it up
Fire it up and the flesh be damned
Fire it up
Yeah, that's the ticket, now kick out the jams
Engineer the future now
Damn tomorrow, future now
Throw the switches, prime the charge
Yesterday's for mice and gods
Mice and gods
Mice and gods
Mice and gods
Slowly, broken windows returning to the sand
The economic factors are no longer relevant
That empty city sound is so frightening
Neolithic fear is such a motivating factory
So fire it up
Fire it up and the flesh be damned
Fire it up
Yeah, that's the ticket, now kick out the jams
Engineer the future now
Damn tomorrow, future now
Throw the switches, prime the charge
Yesterday's for mice and gods
Mice and gods
Mice and gods
Above there is no ending for the Vodka spinning Mir
All that is is passing and now is never here
So keep on raging you frenzied pioneers
No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn
Remember tripping on the Fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and they never let you down
Everyone?s forgiven in the land of Pleasant Living now
Yuri Garagin sends his kindest regards
How those Yankees doing?
Still rock and roll and fancy cars?
But onto pressing matters
Such as the gluttony of the starving stars
No time for the wringing of hands
Strange faced ambassadors, strike up the band
Bust out that Dom Perignon
Johnnie Walker Red on that fairway lawn
Remember tripping on the Fourth of July?
Exploding octopuses in disguise?
They picked you up and they never let you down
Who's the man who stole fire for the people?
Who causes trembling in the bones of evil?
Who carved a mountain into a cathedral?
I am immortal
Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind
Down, down trying to drag me down
It's all right, I go to dreaming, I said it's all right
I, liquefying
(Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years)
The blood of lions
(Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years)
I ain't dying
(Dog years)
I am immortal
Who rides the solar cycle with no hands Ma?
Who found the ark inside Texarkana?
Who asks the questions that have no answers?
Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind
Down, down trying to drag me down
Down, down
(Dog years, dog years, dog years)
(Dog years, dog years, dog years)
I am immortal
I am immortal
I am immortal
Blood of lions
(Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years)
I, liquefying
(Dog years, dog years, dog years, dog years)
I ain't dying
(Dog years)
Rise now, my son
Rise now, my son
You were suffering from a horrible dream
So mend your ways before they tear you by the seams
You're not the first and not the last
So take this relic of the beloved past
So take it now, it's yours, pass it on, preserve
This undeniable heritage of yours
So take this heirloom, so take this heirloom
So take the heirloom, so take the heirloom
But I don't want it
And I don't need it
So you can keep it
So you can keep it
But I don't want it
And I don't need it
So you can keep it
So you can keep it
I don't want it, I don't need it
Take your heirloom to hell
I don't want it, I don't need it
Take your heirloom to hell
I will not fulfill your prophecy
Because this heirloom, it burns like a scar
The call denies the branding iron at last
The call denies the branding iron at last
I don't want it
I don't want it
I don't want it
All you lasses in Parnassus, swallowing swords
Shooting out fire at us heathen hordes
I was thinkin' something before I began
But then you done cut off both of my hands
Now I do my drinking from bamboo straws
Constantly kicking at tarantulas
What was I thinking, move to Baltimore?
Oh yeah, the great outdoors!
Jump into the water
Keel-hauled on the Constellation
Don't sell my belongings
'Cause you know that I'll be back
Remember when I told you that I was a samurai?
Well the fact of the matter is, that was a lie
There were some other things that I'd rather not recall
Y'all can blame it all on the alcohol
But you ain't got no business criticizing me
This is my house and I'll do as I please
What was I thinking, move to Baltimore?
Oh yeah, the great outdoors!
Jump into the water
Keel-hauled on the Constellation
Don't sell my belongings
'Cause you know that I'll be back
Move it on over and give me a slice
If you're in the market for green zucchini
Farmers' Almanac got the largest size
Winnebago woman, whatcha cookin'?
Move it on over and give me a slice
I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics
If I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets
And maybe do an interview with Larry King while floating
I'd be a richer man today if it weren't for physics
If I could levitate I would sell lots of tickets
Sun eyed dandelion
Seen you garden gnomes gone pass by
Small one wear a pointy red hat
The big one he just that he real fat
If you see them please tell them without delay
"You took my saffron now you got to pay", alright
Sunned dandelion, you say they got an airtight alibi?
Then how'd they get themselves them diamond rings?
You know well no gnomes don't make the good money
If you see them please tell them without delay
"You taked my saffron, now you got to pay", alright, sun eyed
What now, hey, hey, hey, your hair is turning gray
Is there something that you need to say?
Suspect, you're looking through and through
I'd take to the wind if I was you
Good bye saffron, know that you did good by me
I graduated in 1993
I never demonstrated much of my ability
I was a good boy but I was much too smart for my own good
Teachers said I was gifted and quite talented
Do you have an extra quarter?
Got to get to class tomorrow
All is fair in Asbury, make my way into Berkeley
When I was seven, I stared in to the monitor
And found my best friend, Mr. Commodore 64
Daddy bought me an international business machine
And with it, I compromised national security
Do you have an extra quarter?
Got to get to class tomorrow
All is fair in Asbury, make my way into Berkeley
What the hell you savin' for?
I'm gonna start the Third World War
Hanging with the punks in the gutters I have found
Most of them are gifted and talented as well
Oh, brother could you spare a dime?
If a quarter you do not have
Been running from the Marshall Man
Since I broke into NORAD, but it's working out so well
Well, you made me weep and you made me moan
When you caused me to leave child, my happy home
But someday baby, you ain?t worry my life anymore
I get satisfaction everywhere I go
Where I lay my head that?s where I call home
Whether barren pines or the mission stair
Take tomorrow?s collar and give ?em back the glare
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
You told everybody in the neighborhood
?What a dirty mistreater?, that I was no good
But someday baby, you ain?t worry my life anymore
Doctor or lawyer I?ll never be
Life of a drifter, the only life for me
You can have your riches, all the gold you saved
Ain?t room for one thing in everybody?s grave
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
If I had money like Henry Ford
Lord, I?d have me a woman yeah, on every road
But someday baby, you ain?t worry my life anymore
Invocation of the dummies, requiem for a head
Cash in at the corner, piles of street cred
I get satisfaction everywhere I go
One day baby, you?ll worry me no more
Bang, bang, bang, bang
Vamonos, vamonos
Bang, bang, bang
They came marchin' down the street in robes
In the spirit of the Spanish Inquisition
Guitars and trombones
Mechanical monkeys make good musicians
Streets urchins, the smugglers and dingos
Dead languages and living man's lingoes
Put the relics of the saint in a glass box
And march him around the block
Hangin' on the words of a madman
Islands in the abyss
No use for the poet
When the hopeless seek no bliss
Mason jars of petroleum
You know those kids don't play
And should you ever get a hold of them
I'll tell you exactly what they'll say
Time we told you son about the family curse
And when they opened up the diary
To gain an explanation
They find only terminal verse
Hangin' on the words of a madman
Islands in the abyss
No use for the poet
When the hopeless seek no bliss
X-ray visions, eye in the sky
And the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates
Hemlock straight up goes down easy
Hangin' on the words of a madman
Islands in the abyss
No use for the poet
When the hopeless seek no bliss
X-ray visions, eye in the sky
And the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates
Hemlock tastes like ripple wine
X-ray visions, eye in the sky
the naked being led by the blind
So Bottoms up, Socrates
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil
A basket of eggs, may you count your days
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain
I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath
Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt
You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands
But when you awake, you're in another land
In fields of green rolling on endlessly
You find a fallen nest where there is no tree
Mark the brown furred hound tied to the mandrake root
Dare you carve a face in that virtue food?
I can tell what you're thinking, I see it everyday
I'll help you with your coat, see you on your way
Sure you want to go walking on a night like this?
Look, there goes another one now
One day I swear they will not miss
As through a glass darkly you seek yourself
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil
A basket of eggs may you count your days
Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up
Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up
I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands
Come back with slickness and do it all again
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter
I let it ride on, I let it ride on
Now I'm the media's darling, pick it up, pick it up
An international phenomenon, light it up, light it up
I cause eclipses with a wave of the hand
Let them hang in ellipses and do it all again
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter
I let it ride on, I let it ride on
I got your number I steal your thunder
I got your mother's maiden name tattooed on my arm
I drive out daemons, can I hear an Amen?
Now say my name lay hands on screaming heathens and do it all again
My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter
I'll march no longer
I'll fight no more
You can send out all the track snivelers
But I'm done with war
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter
The worm drink is loose
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter
The proof is in the juice
University Boulevard
New Hampshire Avenue
Tick tock liquor
Thunder bird
And now that we have totally lost all composure
We will wither from exposure beneath the sun
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter
The worm drink is loose
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter
The proof is in the juice
If you see me at the bottom
Please bring me my running shoes
And if you see me getting caught up
Yeah, you know what to do
I'll march no longer
I'm done with war
Send out your snivelers
But I'll march no more
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter
The worm drink is loose
Wind him up, bring him back
Conscript, deserter
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
For Thanksgiving we had 'tatas, succotash, and rudebagas.
Then came turkey from the oven.
Broke the wishbone. Covenants were sealed and set.
On the losing end of a wishbone and I won't pretend not to mind.
Christmas Eve we ate at Aunty's. We had some ham glazed with honey.
Rolled the Yule log on the fire. Threw the hambone to the dogs and went to
bed.
On the losing end of a wishbone and I won't pretend not to mind.
On the losing end of a wishbone and I won't pretend not to mind.
In the morning the weathercock was heard asking what we had learned of the
Earth.
"Is it a round place with deserts and oceans, housing as many winds as one
might wish?"
We were standing by the gate. He said, "Oh my, it's getting late!"
Then he took off flying to the south with a black snake in his mouth.
You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole,
but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end.
You can shake it, break it, or glue it whole,
but there's no two ways about it with a broke wishbone on the losing end.
For St. Patrick's we had cabbage, corn beef stew, egg salad sandwich.
Then came the whiskey from the basement.
Danced all night into the dawn, then held our heads.
On the losing end of a wishbone and I won't pretend not to mind.
Like a fly to doo doo
You need me like a bird needs wings
Or little bunny fufu who needs to bop the field mice
So all the kids can sing
They call me El Jefe
El primo de los matadors
The master of the metaphor
A chaw chewin' troubadour
The one you've come to love and adore
And I've come to take you away
Take you away
Take you away
Take you away
Take you away
Take you away
Take you away
I'll make you go goo goo
Like a baby that sees candy right before its eyes
I'll kiss your little boo boo
Make it better than it's ever felt before
They call me El Jefe
El primo de los matadors
The master of the metaphor
A chaw chewin' troubadour
The one you've come to love and adore
And I've come to take you away
I'll take you away now
I'll take you away now
Can you do the two step fleshtone slide?
Well, I'll teach you
Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance?
Well, I'll teach you
Can you do the two step fleshtone slide?
Well, I'll teach you
Can you do the achy breaky eyeball dance?
Well, I'll teach you
They call me El Jefe
The boss and the point man
And I've come to take you away
They call me El Jefe
The boss and the hit man
Well, I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell
And returned with a fist full of dollars
And Evel Knievel, like Virgil
Was a gentleman as well as a scholar
I fly like a retro-glide buckshot
And you know I hang like a hex on a barn
Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file
Above and beyond the hole nine yards
Well, I rolled Jesse Helms like a cigarette
And smoked him higher than the highest of the minarets
Jesse James couldn't even handle it
Started looking at me like I was Sanskrit
'Cause in the great shining path of the great monster trucks
There's no such thing as beginner's luck
I'm the Dirty Dozen for the price of one
Get it while it's hot, going, going, going, gone
It's about time you started learning
Started learning to come to where the flavor is, flavor is
It's about time you started learning
You started learning to come to where the flavor is, flavor is
The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
Where the washer's stuffed with money are growing like grass
Junk bondage racks never cut you slack
But that's the way the racket goes when rounding up green backs
Don't hate me just because I'm beautiful
You'll find that it's really not unusual
When you're raised with The Good, The Bad, The Ugly
A holy trinity in Flavor Country
It's about time you started learning
Started learning to come to where the flavor is, flavor is
I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
I got spurs that jingle, jangle, jingle
And you are my happy trail
You are my happy trail
You are my happy trail
You are my happy trail
The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
The skies are always sunny in the heart of Flavor Country
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Woke up this morning, put on my Sunday shoes.
Don't ask me why, it's just the nature of my groove.
I larged down the boulevard, came under attack,
But I rocked them senseless, 'cause honey it's tight like that.
I hung a left down to Lemans' Avenue,
Stagger Lees everywhere, trying to bring me doom, oh no.
And that Old Scratch, he tried to purchase this soul,
That don't confront me, 'cause I'm never in the need of a payroll.
Heck, yeah.
Amen, do it all again.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
Spit shine and a three piece suit,
Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do.
Hallelujah, all the people in the back.
Hallelujah, it's tight like that.
Hallelujah, all the people up front.
Tight like that, rapture, rock.
And all you know-it-alls with politic views.
Ideals don't situate themselves in His groove.
So if you want to know, you just got to ask.
But if you don't lose that skin, you'll never be tight like that.
Watch me work, yeah.
Amen, do it all again.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
Spit shine and a three piece suit,
Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do.
Hallelujah, all the people in the back.
Hallelujah, it's tight like that.
Hallelujah, all the people up front.
Tight like that, rapture, rock.
Don't try to sell me your New Age guru troubles.
'Cause I'm already reeling doing that good time gospel shuffle.
And all your thumpings about some Armageddon,
Ain't no big deal, 'cause I already hang with Him.
Amen, do it all again.
Rock my soul in the bosom of Abraham.
Spit shine and a three piece suit,
Good Lord I got to thank you 'cause you do it like you do.
Hallelujah, all the people in the back.
Hallelujah, it's tight like that.
Hallelujah, all the people up front.
Tight like that, rapture, rock.
Oh yeah, tight like that.
Honey it's tight like that.
Honey it's tight like that.
Honey it's tight like that.
Can I get a witness for the rock of ages?
For the rock of ages?
Can I get a witness for the rock of ages?
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Behind the Cliffside Inn I heard a fiddle and a mandolin,
keeping rhythm on an old washboard and stomping on the floor.
Saw people of all sorts dancing 'round in twos and fours',
caroling about days of old and what the future holds.
In the middle was big cauldron that they were stirring, stirring,
and there were trees around that they kept burning, burning.
I asked a toothless man who all these people were, and
he said, "The soapmakers, and we are working, working."
As they stirred Heaven and Earth they combined to one,
and everything was everyone and each one was all.
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call,
and everything was everyone and each one was all.
As they stirred Heaven and Earth they combined to one,
and everything was everyone and each one was all.
As they stirred I heard a trumpet call,
First we get some surgery
Lose the kids then our identities
But one thing I know for a fact
Mustache stays right where it's at
REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it
Them Yellow Jackets
Keep the tired man from slacking
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?
We should get together and talk it over
At the Detroiter, Delaware Destroyers, rocking with Dokken
You front the money and I'll do all the talking
Them Yellow Jackets keep the tired man from slacking
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?
Come a little closer, honey, I won't bite ya
One more Lager and I might learn to like ya
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
How could you do this to me man so close to being cured?
Stole my Camaro, primer gray
Took my suitcase, all my pay
Ain't got no taillights, grill full of fur
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake. Could've been a gull in a clipper's
wake.
Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly.
In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to cicadas sing.
"The trees are bending in one direction because of something...."
Cross-pollenation by the legs of bees in spring is a beautiful thing.
Oh when the sun goes down the fireflies come out.
In a pond crept in a slimy thing that hummed a theme from the Rites of Spring.
Pity the mate of Queen Mantis, so content, but so headless.
Katy did nothing but shiver and cry, as did the dragonfly.
In the shade the gypsies spin. Among the cloves they drop their skin.
"...beyond the hedgegrove, over by the willows, deep in the shadows..."
Regeneration occurs at a furious speed beneath the white oak tree.
And when the sun comes up the moonbuds fold up.
In the sun she warmed her wing and listened to the Rites of Spring.
Could've been a swan on a glassy lake. Could've been a gull in a clipper's
wake.
Could've been a ladybug on a windchime, but she was born a dragonfly.
In the sun she warmed her wings and listened to cicadas sing.
"...ain't ever seen it, but I have heard it.
Sounds like millstones when they are turning,
but every moment getting louder and louder,
I ain't joking when I'm telling you that while in the Yakima
Digging up them thunder egg stones
Well, we cracked them wide open, the mountain started smoking
And the sky turned the color of a crow
Fires in the north lands, floods to the south
Put the pedal to the metal and let it all hang out
Fires in the north lands, floods to the south
Put the pedal to the metal and let it all hang out
The ash turned to confetti, Alleluia
Outside them great tri-cities, Alleluia
Oh, God showed his great mercy, Alleluia
Turned ash into confetti, Alleluia
Handkerchiefs on coughing mouths, running to the full hotels
Left us with no other place but home
And in the distance tail lights came and went
Sometimes as eyes of Vulcan sorcery
Fires in the north lands, floods to the south
Put the pedal to the metal and let it all hang out
Fires in the north lands, floods to the south
Put the pedal to the metal and let it all hang out
The ash turned to confetti, Alleluia
Outside them great tri-cities, Alleluia
Oh, God showed his great mercy, Alleluia
Turned ash into confetti, Alleluia
Maybe we'll make it to that rise
Maybe we'll see another sun rise
The ash turned to confetti, Alleluia
Outside them great tri-cities, Alleluia
Oh, God showed his great mercy, Alleluia
Turned ash into confetti, Alleluia
The ash turned to confetti, Alleluia
Outside them great tri-cities, Alleluia
Oh, God showed his great mercy, Alleluia
If you thought it was boring in Jordan
Then come out here for a day
And by the way, the name is Marcus
But if you like, you can call me Sensei
Well the emperor is in the pig sty
And the geisha is in the shack
And you better believe that I'll hold on there
Till the feds, they pay me back
Kamikaze backbone, nine iron spitfire
Continental samurai, oh my Lord
Brown sugar, sweet potato, sour mash, baby back
Redneck romance, bless my soul
Hari Kari and combines
Come dancin' with me
Hari Kari and combines
Won't you come dancin' with me?
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and a redneck nonetheless
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and a redneck nonetheless
Yes, I'm a New World Samurai, and I can read your mind
Check it out, I'm like a buzz bomb, yes, I'm a New World Samurai
Check it out, I'm like a buzz bomb
So Beebopalloobopawopshamboo
Domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
Domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
So Beebopalloobopawopshamboo
Domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
And domo arigato if I got to
Beebopalloobopawopshamboo
Domo arigato if I got to
Bebopaloobopawopshamboo
What's the matter brother, does the drought got you down?
(Open up the bomb shelter, sweep it on out)
Sing to the ocean in the afternoon haze
Up the iron pillars, rise in the waves
Andromeda is weeping. Inside one teardrop swims
Brave Useless in training less a millimeter thin
Release the Kraken
Get the sacrifice on!RELEASE THE KRAKEN
Good God ya'll
Useless the Younger we pray for you
You know we got your back in whatever you do
Bathysphere bobbing in Eyeball Bay
Black lash crashes, forty foot waves
Cepheus is holding Cassiopeia's free hand
As the Kraken breaks the surface making bee-line to the land
In Greek legend the son of Zeus and Danae
He and his mother was set adrift in a chest, but rescued by the intervention of Zeus
He was brought up by King Polydectes
Who, wishing to secure Danae, got rid of him by encouraging him
In the almost hopeless task of obtaining the head of the medusa
With the help of the gods he was successful, and with the head
Which turned all that looked on it into stone, he rescued Andromeda
I see that lantern trimmed
Low burning in our home
And though I feel like crying
I swear tonight, I'll cry no more
How many times have I prayed
That I would get lost along the way
Dream with the feathers of angels
Stuffed beneath your head
The regulator's swinging pendulum
Come with me and walk the longest mile
Is his wallet leather?
Is his wallet fat?
For not a year later it's got you
Lying on your back
You should have closed your windows
And got another dog
You should have chained up all the doors
And switched up all the locks
And how many times have I prayed
The angels would speed me away
Dream with the feathers of angels
Stuffed beneath your head
The regulator's swinging pendulum
Rats over the dishes, rats over the dishes
Please tell me what the ratties say
Please tell me what the ratties say
Rats over the dishes
And God is certainly the genius
To expose the human weakness
Rats over the dishes, rats over the dishes
Please tell me what the ratties say
Please tell me what the ratties say
Rats over the dishes
And to think that this was once my home
But now some sick bastard's pleasure dome
They say to build a better man trap
The rats, they will beat a path to your door
And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone
And the doorway is a cutaway of flesh and bone
Lay me down upon a bed of roses
Lay me down upon a bed of roses
Rats, rats, rats, beat a path to my door
[Incomprehensible] build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door
Build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door
Build a better man trap
And the rats will beat a path to your door
Build a better man trap
I was eating dinner at the table
With people from the music industry
They asked me if I liked it in, "The city"
I said, I liked it better in the country
The label representative asked me
What about it most appealed to me
"I love to listen to the Yellowhammer singing
'A little bit of bread and no cheese'"
Then I commenced to do a tap dance
On Eggplant Parmesan before their eyes
Guided by voices, whole bag of tricks
Raised by Druids and horses
(Then I told them)
"Never underestimate the power of love
You dig my new horseshoes?
Never underestimate the power of love"
"Come here quickly he's lost his mind"
"Frightened? Well I'm not surprised
You've never seen the likes of me
Check it, I want a big fat advance
And my Alfalfa free"
"Come here quickly he's lost his mind"
The manager removed from the restaurant
A crowd got to gathering around
I said, "You can throw a man out on his ear
But you can't keep a good horse down"
Mounted police sprung to action
Never cut me any bit of slack
But I wasn't going anywhere
Oh but to just dance on steel, the sky Pulaski way
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze
So hats off to the industry's casualties , tra loo tray lay
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands
Pull you under New Amsterdam
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well
How many are there one can never tell
Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion
They gonna join that underground church
Art class for the bourgeoisies, lab rats for the cat
Real estate moguls, Chump Towers
When the wind blows you can hear the windows go
Rat a tat rat a tat tat tat
Jimmy Hoffa in the Meadowlands
Weighing down that union man
Grab his ankles, stevedores
Oh how those Jets do roar
Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion
They gonna join that underground church
Oh but to just dine on sewage, cold seagull pie
Wrestle albino alligators and spin the good lie
Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands
Pull you under New Amsterdam
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well
How many are there one can never tell
Got to get religion, they gonna join that underground church
Even the mole people got to get religion
Warmed up my motor, swindled the promoter
Took the lunatic for a ride
And a little voice said inside my head
Said, "Rosemary baby, I got the thyme"
Suffering madness and the Pharaoh's plague
I, Akhenaten tell you some other day
No thank you, that's enough for me
A little bit of Ritalin goes a long way
Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Gimme just a minute while I clarify
Cooled down my temper, I tried to remember
What it was I wasn't to lose
And I probably could, were it not for
The beer and the broads and the broads and the booze
Hooked on stupid and the whole shebang
I never have ever felt the same
No thank you, that's enough for me
That's prozacly not what I need
Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Gimme just a minute while I clarify
Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Gimme just a minute while I clarify
Ready to rock if you want to roll
Please step away from the vehicle
Ragnarock and revolutionize
Born with a mustache and a supernova
Tossed off the cliffs of Dover
Washed up on a far away shore in the arms
Of the daughter of the Buffalo
Mama said he was the chosen one
Reverend said he was the other one
All that pay no mind
Inside his Econoline
Swallower of Planets
The profits of doom
Quarterly projections
The profits of doom
A caliph, rabbi and a bishop
Walk into a bar
One says to the other
?Hey now brother, we haven't gotten very far?
Who's the writing?
John the Revelator
He wrote the
Book of the 7th Seal
Swallower of Planets
The profits of doom
Quarterly projections
The profits of doom
Genesis and Exodus
Leviticus and Numbers
Gideon is knocking in your hotel
While you slumber
Swallower of Planets
The profits of doom
Never trust the white man
Driving the black van
He's just saving all his voodoo for you
Just for you
Never trust the white man
Driving the black van
He's just saving all his voodoo for you
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
You put me in the clutches of sin
Making me a burning specimen
Of worn animosity, just to aspire
Leaving absolutely nothing behind
But now it seems that the tables have turned
Another dead end, another lesson learned
One good turn deserves another
So here it is, motherfucker
You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic
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Give me an axe to grind
A practice made perfect, matter over mind
I've got the urge, I've got the urge
To clean up this place of your scourge
If cleanliness is next to Godliness
Then that would make you the devil
Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike
But the first law of nature is to defend one's life
You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Grapes of wrath
Grapes of wrath
You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
My father was Black, my mother was Decker
Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better
Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning
Cook at ninety eight point six degrees
Let me be the bull, and you be the pen
Such an easy way to glorify sin
If I am a horse, you're a Venus in spurs
Everything I have is yours, so take it
I come fully loaded with an option to buy
I've got a stick shift disposition and a four wheel mind
I'll give you endless mileage and unlimited speed
Total satisfaction absolutely guaranteed
Turbo boost libido and passive restraints
And as of yet I haven't heard even a single complaint
I've got the tools of the trade and a fuel injected heart
Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good time dance
And put the onlookers
And innocent bystanders into a trance
Give disease so the swine will marry and propagate lies
Tough luck for elected officials
The beast you see got fifty eyes
Bring it on home, spread the wealth
Play it cool, the hand's been dealt
Now, all the odds are in our favor
Save the victory speeches for later
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild, wild, wild
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild
21 guns, box made of pine
Letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered federal express
On your mother's doorstep
21 guns, box made of pine
Letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered federal express
On your mother's doorstep
Condoleeza rice is nice but I prefer a-roni
And that man on the TV who speaks to the dead
You know that man's a phony
Everybody move to Canada and smoke lots of pot
Everybody move to Canada right now, here's how we do it
Bum rush the border guard before he and his dog ever knew it
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild, wild, wild
Streets on fire, the mob goes wild
21 guns, box made of pine
Letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered federal express
On your mother's doorstep
21 guns, box made of pine
Letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered federal express
On your mother's doorstep, will I ride?
21 guns, box made of pine
Letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered federal express
On your mother's doorstep
21 guns, box made of pine
Letter from the government sealed and signed
Delivered federal express
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Like Marlon Brando, but bigger.
You'll find that creature at the bottom of the deep down Susquehanna River.
This one I had stood right on up to me,
Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy.
But oh no, fishing ain't what it used to be.
I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me.
One little nibble in thirteen years,
I really pack 'em in.
This one I had, I seen it in dreams,
All shacked up with lightning and horizon beams.
Well I bring 'em on up, and then I pack 'em on in
In all the places I've been,
And I swear it's never been like this before,
Least not since 19 and 44.
But today, I made a sick discovery,
Lead box in Sassafras Cove.
Well I brought him on up and then I packed him on in, oh yes,
Now I'm really cashing in.
Wash of the Chesapeake and Appalachian Blue Range,
I have discovered the body of John Wilkes Booth.
Yes, it's true, I have Mr. Booth.
Everybody got to make a living somehow.
Do I hear a million?
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
We have been waiting and it has begun
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
We have been waiting and it has begun
Prostrate yourself, your time has come
We have been waiting and it has begun
Look boldly, look boldly, look boldly on
We have been waiting and it has begun
So humble thyself, and hold thy tongue
Knelt at the crossroads, knelt at the leather bound pew
Felt the pain of labor, and of sons overdue
In full submission we are reborn
We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
We'll thresh the psyche and till the pride
Distill the blood, proclaim the gun divine
Damn the foul ego, praise the promised swarm
We are the ploughshare, and yet we are the sword
So we're lock, stock, and barrel
Hook, line, and sinker
Your freedom was your master
And your liberties the flint for
A double barrel sunrise, a double standard land
You gave birth to the baby, but put a gun into its hands
So the fruits of your labors have fermented into wine
And the sweat that was dripped is now the honey of the hive
The city is a burning sun and we are blooming flowers
The fire, the flame, the passion, the power
Too little, too late
Ain't no doubt Jesus sees us
Acting foolishly on American Band Stand
Agog with spastic baskets, the latest fashions
Here I am, here I am, here I am
But that chin music sound, oh, how it drowns
Gotta shake 'em on down
Scaling up the heights of folly
Kill the lights and bring the music down, everybody be quiet
Sudden movement on the Serengeti, get ready Freddy
Opportunity only knocks once
Never mind the fat ones, just go for the slow ones
See how they run see how they run see how they run
While you were busy lighting roman candles on the yellow cake
They shook you on down
When the rain start falling, boatman calling
Got to shake 'em on down
The flood receding, the mountain appears
Send out the black bird, send out the dove
You babel rabble-rousers
In polyester trousers, big bright cities
Ain't no doubt Vishnu missed you, then Kali kissed you
Better get busy, days get shorter, air gets colder
Tune on into the N.O.A.A. radio
Scaling up the heights of folly
While you were busy lighting roman candles on the yellow cake
They shook you on down
When the rain start falling, boatman calling
Got to shake 'em on down, got to shake 'em on down
The flood receding, the mountain appears
The leather soles go shufflin' in
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?
The wooden coffer hand to hand
Kind words are offered, silent prayers
But she is satisfied the most
While stabbing madly at the roast
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The creditor rides with his men
The death of debtors, he won't forgive
They repossess his silver eyes
Now in the potter's field, he lies
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
Waitin' for a dead man's shoes
Have you heard the latest news?
Lazarus is back from the dead
Lookin' as one would expect
Drippin' with the waters of Sheol
Babblin' about body and soul
And then he found his wife in their bed
Buck, naked and already wed
The tax collector beneath his sheets
The door swings open, floorboards creak
Now who will toast our noble host
Who has this mornin' given up the ghost?
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
The sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
The rib of Adam, the eyes of Eve
How would you like to go bobbing
For apples the shape of fish?
Throw a coin into the well
Close your eyes and make a wish?
How would you like to dine
A la Frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving 'em away
Downtown they're giving 'em
How would you like to dine
A la Frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving 'em away
Downtown they're giving 'em
Oh, hey there Mama Nature
Why do you keep on shooting us that look?
No we did not take it
And I swear we were only borrowing the book
How would you like to dine
A la Frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving 'em away
Downtown they're giving 'em
How would you like to dine
A la Frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving 'em away
Downtown they're giving 'em
So who's been planting magic beans
To catch themselves a golden hen?
We've spent so many years going over this
We can't start that all again
How would you like to dine
A la Frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving 'em away
Downtown they're giving 'em
How would you like to dine
A la Frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving 'em away
Downtown they're giving 'em
How would you like to dine
A la Frankenstein?
Downtown they're giving 'em away
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Yeah
Can't funk with the feel
Or with the other three
This mother load
Comin' atcha, all 3D's
We got big news
The party boat is here
The band is kicking
And I see lots of beer
And I believe there is gambling
On the deck just below from here
We got Greedo
Solo to the rear
They know the deal
Sacks packed and stacked with
Pieces of eight
A sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a bounty hunter in the eye
Damn
Now where were we?
I think aces high
Sleeves are rolled
Tremendous diamonds
And a mouth of gold
I spent many years a rambling
I'll never change these foolish ways
'Cause fortune tellers make a killing nowadays
Best keep living like a castaway
With my sack packed
Pieces of eight
A sailor's life for me
Live free or die
Never look a merman in the eye
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
I'll keep pulling on the towpath.
You keep floating on the river.
Yeah, until the day is done.
Keep on keeping on the low road, Chesapeake and Ohio,
because on the higher ground you will find
Elephant Riders to the nortwest bring news from father.
Looking like it's always closing, the Salty Dog is always open.
Here, I have an I.O.U.
Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack, Baltimore and Ohio,
Clickity clack clack, clickity clack, clack, roll on, roll on.
On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels,
I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle.
Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle,
I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together.
Elephant Riders to the northwest bring news of battle.
Don't be eating all the hard tack. Between we two there's half a small sack.
Still, we got miles to go.
Giddy up pony, giddy up pony, Camptown Race is five miles long.
Giddy up pony, giddy up pony, ride on, ride on.
On our way to Washington where work is done by men with gavels,
I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle.
Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle,
I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together.
Elephant Riders to the nortwest bring news from father
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Once again I'm denied my joy.
Once around the stump then twice across the ceiling,
now eight times over Miss October is out for me.
Believe me when I tell you she is all about destruction.
It's just about enough to make a grown man cry.
Good God Almighty we were panning for gold
down at the banks of mighty Colorado,
when all of a sudden came an awful sound;
ten thousand buffalo were running us down.
Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord!
Thunder and lightning at a feverish pitch.
Must be the workings of the old West Witch.
I crossed her once when I was just a youth.
Been scared stiff ever since to tell you the truth.
Once again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord, oh Lord!
She went once around the stump then twice across the ceiling,
now eight times over Miss October is out for me.
Believe me when I tell you she is all about the voodoo
and all the things I'm losing when I pay no mind.
Get off on the good foot and start another day.
Maybe head for Hazel, California.
Oh, but sooner or later she'll go to town
sure as the Earth runs around and around.
Again I'm denied my joy. Sieves and peas, oh Lord!
At the side of the road a bundle of twine,
and on it I found a note. It read, "You'll running until the end of time."
She went...
Once around the stump then twice across the ceiling,
now eight times over Miss October is out for me.
Believe me when I tell you she is all about destruction.
It's just about enough to make a grown man cry.
Once around the stump then twice across the ceiling,
now eight times over Miss October is out for me.
Believe me when I tell you she is all about the voodoo
Behold the man, a living example
Behold the man, a living example
In his likeness sacred profane
In his likeness sacred profane
Behold the man, what have I done?
The path to hell is paved
With least resistance
But those less traveled by
Shall make a world of difference
Beating myself to a pulp
Extracting from my skull
All those things I've learned to live with
All those things I've loved
All these things are killing me
A perpetual fall from grace
But the hand that feeds is the hand that beats me
Fiercely in the face
So I will build myself an effigy
Build myself an effigy
Build myself an effigy
Build myself an effigy
No longer mope in mediocre hell
No longer mope in mediocre hell
Behold the man, a living example
Behold the man, what have I done?
Behold the man in his likeness sacred profane
Behold the man, a living example
Behold the man, what have I done?
Behold the man in his likeness
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
Done done done
Effigy
Effigy
Effigy
Effigy
Behold the man
Behold the man
The icons, betrayal, and guilt
The icons, betrayal, and guilt
The icons, betrayal, and filth
The icon, what have I done?
Behold the man, a living example
In his likeness sacred profane
Behold the man
Behold the man
What have I done?
What have I done?
There are women in Cypress Grove
And if they catch you, you don't go home
So get to booking and don't look back
A one way ticket on a two way track
Two way track
Now tell me
Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat
With a shotgun .44
And a big blood hound in the back of a jacked up Ford
They say the water is cherry wine
And all them women drunk all the time
Sheriff Jackson went out the back
And now his daughters all dress in black
Dress in black
Now tell me
Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat
With a shotgun .44
And a razor back boar in the back of a jacked up Ford
You better keep on running Bukka
They're playing you for succotash and your stash is gone
Now tell me
Holy Diver, where you at?
There's a woman on the hill in a wide brimmed hat
With a shotgun .44
Perhaps, it's just the way the light falls
But everything looks like a target to me
And I don't know where the gun is
But I'm certain that it's pointed at me
And in the jungle, wretched jungle
They say the lion eats tonight
And all around it is a colliseum
Dripping with a voracious appetite
I say hey there, fella
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
Hey, there fella
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
Hey, there fella
Whose soul are you tormenting now?
In the course of all the previous events
It is evident that something's bound to happen
Come on, rear your ugly head to me
I've got nothing to lose but my apathy
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
The root of the problem has been isolated
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
Just try me, just try me
What are you waiting for?
Come on, motherfucker
Let's throw down
Come on, motherfucker, let's go
Just rear your ugly fuckin' head
I'll put it on a platter
Just rear your ugly fuckin' head
I'll put it on a platter
So, come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, let's go
Hey there, hey fella, hey there, hey fella
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, let's throw down
Come on motherfucker, come on motherfucker
Come on motherfucker, let's go
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
I'll make you wish that you'd never been born
Come on, motherfucker, let's go
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
The fog is rolling in,
The tide is high.
Diane's as fat can be,
Aye, Captain, aye.
The guests seem more than pleased,
How is the wine?
We shall be underway
On the by and by.
Ahead one third
Ahead two thirds
Full ahead flank
And out from the belly of the whale came a prophet
Amen.
Go shoot the moon, the sun,
The Great Divide.
I believe there's a storm a' brewin',
Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh.
Dutch man at the mizzen mast,
Six harpies are singin' to the lee,
I believe she's going down,
I believe were gonna die die die!
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays,
Me, oh my,
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius,
Bring me more whiskey and rye.
Big news from the party boat
Oh sir, do not distress
The food is fine.
Oh, but i must confess
I do find the wine a wee bit dry.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rye.
Drink and the devil had done for the rest'
She's sunk full fathom, five five five!
Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays,
Me, oh my,
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius,
Bring me more whiskey and rye.
Big news from the party boat
Them bones, them bones, them dry, dry bones,
(Fallon, Gaster, Maines, Sult)
Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it.
Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered.
You would cry, you would scream
If you knew half the things I see.
Please, please just do as I say,
Repent and leave your evil ways.
Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky,
People disappear and bullets fly.
Little grey men are coming our way,
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
Actually they're all around.
Secret bunkers underground.
Round 'em up, skin 'em alive,
Rolling, rolling, rolling, rawhide.
Carter is a clone.
Dozen brothers 'round the globe.
MJ-12 damned us to hell.
Scroll & Key, Skull & Bone.
It's only just begun.
The best is yet to come.
Area 51,
The spawn of Babylon.
Couldn't give a damn about "J.F.K.",
Everything's conspiracy.
Wouldn't be surprised if they have their way
(Tastes just like chicken, they say.)
I know it's hard to swallow.
It must sound too far fetched.
But you can bet your bottom dollar
Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?
Are you rolling tape now? Bits and pieces large and small
Sector, vector, eat them all.
It's already in their eyes.
Among the metal ones a messenger will soon arrive.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Ain't nothing you can do about it. Gonna be a big brawl over it
Like them little bitty babies in the king cakes.
Bonnie & Clyde the whole dome,
The shackles of automata will shatter like their bones.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
10001110101
Periodic table with a center piece of mind.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?
10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.
10001110101
Half a mind to double up, baby. Three times is jive.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
Temple of Syrinx having the bake sale of the year.
Man alive the jive and lyrics,
Radioactive, don't come near it.
After defying the grip of the hangman?s noose
And recovering my cognizance
Spun the compass north by northwest
And took liberty out for a long slow dance
Took a good look around, what did I see?
A big red tent and people coming in like the tide of the sea
I ducked in to catch the shade
Preacher jump up all ablaze
They say, "This year rock is coming back, Jack
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack
Carnivorous, no mercy, hon
There?s plenty here for everyone, so come, get you some"
10,000 witnesses, show ?em how it?s done, son
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium
Walk on the ashes, no half stepping, kid
Their fans are flashing in expectation
All right now, all right now, all right now, all right
They say, "This year rock is coming back, Jack
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack
Carnivorous, no mercy, son
There?s plenty here for everyone, so come, get you some"
While living on the lamb and all cut loose
Number of the saints march on in
Gonna find my executioners
And show them exactly what it means to live
10,000 witnesses, show ?em how it?s done, son
Fist full of cottonmouth, rock that podium
Walk on the ashes, no half stepping, kid
Their fans are flashing in expectation
All right now, all right now, all right now, all right
They say, "This year rock is coming back, Jack
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack
Carnivorous, no mercy, hon
There?s plenty here for everyone, so come, get you some"
They say, "This year rock is coming back, Jack
White gnashing teeth like wolves in the pack
Carnivorous, no mercy, hon
No horizon is obscured by the clouds
Settlements make nary a sound
And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea
While the bells of the buoys all rang in harmony
Bury your treasure, burn your crops
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop
The governor he been long gone, anchor dropped on his front lawn
Build a keep and dig a moat, the return of the Swollen Goat
Can you hear the fife and drums, barnacles barking at the sun
Ain't no chance, so don't you try, now everybody got to die
Bury your treasure, burn your crops
Black water rising and it ain't gonna stop
We do not desire tributes, we desire information
We seek the worm drink who has lately betrayed his nation
Albatross on your neck and a hooker on the shore
Dog-men to the deck, there's a hooker on the
In the wake of the swollen goat
Bury your treasure, burn your crops
So there, you got me in your clutch again
So there, so there I love your touch
And that voodoo that you do so well
It's got me spinning around and round it
So let me in your world
Let me in your world for a while
Let me in your world, so I can sing to you
Oh no, you got me going crazy for you baby, saying
Oh no, you made me go insane for you baby
So there, you got me in your clutch again
And this, this living is strange
We count our feelings in yesterdays
But is that how you keep your clutch baby?
Is that how you keep it darlin'?
So let me in your world
You let me in your world for a while
Let me in your world so I, I can sing to you
Oh no, you got me going crazy for you baby
Oh no, you made me go insane for you baby
Oh, oh, oh, oh, clutch again
Oh, oh in your clutch again
Oh, oh no you got me going crazy for you baby
Oh no you made me go insane for you baby
Oh no you got me going crazy for you baby, saying
Oh no you made me go insane for you baby
Oh whoa, oh whoa oh, oh whoa, oh no say
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh no
You got me, you got me in your clutch, you got me
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