I'm bored ... I don't know what to do ... I'm bored ... I don't have any money
I don't have a girlfriend ... and no boyfriend either, by the way
Gee, wouldn't that be fun? ... But I'm just so scared that I'm boring
But if I start a rock'n'roll band
I'll have something to do with my boredom
I might even find something beautiful in here [x2]
But I'm bored easily and you know you can't play all the time
That's boring, that's life
and I am getting bored with words, especially the ones that rhyme; life don't
and I'm tired of playing the same chord cycle over and over again
It's the umpteenth time ... but I don't like jazz
Maybe I was better of before, just sitting on my ass ... boring
But if I start a punk rock band I'll find a way out of my boredom
I think I'll find something beautiful there if I start a punk rock band
I won't ever have to rhyme again, I'll sing and play and do whatever I like
The only problem is I'm just so boring
I wanna live in outer space
I'm a sample of human waste
Nothing ever goes my way
But that's the way I wanna stay
I've got coppers on my tail
Monsters in my head
Mommy's on the phone
I'd been down on my luck for so long
I figured it was time for a change
I shot Bones in cold blood
Had his face rearranged
I took a knife, it was cold and hard
And laid him all under my backyard
And no one but me and my dog
Knows where the pieces are
I shot Ray Bones, I shot Ray Barboni
I shot Ray Bones
I guess that I shouldn't have done it on my own
The other day the cops came round
Asked what I'd been doing down south
It went OK till Buster came in
[Originally by Yardbirds]
Sick at heart and lonely,
deep in dark despair.
Thinking one thought only
where is she tell me where.
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
tell her of my plea
And I know if she had me back again
well I would never make her sad.
I've gotta heart full of soul.
She's been gone such a long time
longer than I can bear
but if she says she wants me
tell her that I'll be there
And if she says to you
she don't love me
just give her my message
you make me feel unreal
you're hallucinatory
i'm insatiable
you make me nauseous and hot
you're inflammatory
i'm inflammable
i don't want another love match
but you gave me an itch i can't scratch
you make me believe i can fly from the 11th storey
so tell me, can i call this love?
or call it ecstasy?
what's happening to me?
stir up my blood
fuck reality
render me xstatic
teach me how to see by giving me shades
help me reverse the laws of gravity
render me xstatic
help me change my mind
and cut off any braids
cut off my braids
release me
increase me
xstatic
little hands beat as hard as my heart
except when i miss you
and i'm down and out
over and over i hit the floor
wishing to kiss you
it's the same old pout
you got me hooked from the start
and you tore right into my heart
now i'm free to do what i want
There are times when I look in the mirror
And I like what I see
I know I'm ugly but I can't help it
That I think I'm beautiful - I'm irrational
Chorus
World on a wall
What do you see behind the mirror
World on a wall
A world on a wall
World on a wall
Tell me you're not seeing a world on a wall
Fine by me if you find yourself attractive
Just don't put that hideous down
What do you gain by causing other people pain
Making them frown â it sure smells brown
A well-fashioned product
Don't necessarily work for everyone
There are wonderful monstrosities
And beautiful jerks â who has won the race
Drop out or fall on your face
Find your own space
Chorus
Find a space of your own
i've clipped the fins right off my goldfish new
he'll be better off at the bottom of the bowl
down in this hole
as earthbound as the bird inside your cage
or the dolls of wax inside my soul
i am the mole
you scorch my skin with the wax off your wings
how much longer? how much longer?
how high can you fly before....?
Excelsior!
two sides of a sore
two sides of a sore
standing in the shower trying to scrub off all the dirt
but it's no use to wipe my ass or scrub until it hurts
it makes it worse
cause in the outside world the shit still sticks
no matter if you're getting kicked or getting your kicks
the shit still sticks
you scorch my skin with the wax off your wings
how much longer? how much longer?
how high can you fly before....?
Excelsior!
two sides of a sore
two sides of a sore
we're different sides of the same sore
we're different sides of the same sore
we're different sides of the same sore
Yesterday, Nostradamus gave me a call
To remind me of the writings on the wall
I know we live in troubled times, he said he'd read the signs long ago
WW III seems to be well on its way despite that Y2K shit, such a cliche
We're smoking down a busy track, having too much fun to turn back
That was the fad, punk's unfashionable again
We're still as bad and we still enjoy playing and singing our stupid songs
Hoping to right our wrongs, we've been in the business way too long
What we got is songs, each other, time and motivation x2
To stay on and on and on, on and on and on the loosing end of punk
In '91, all our heavy metal covers were gone
In '94, Hullabaloo (our first cd) came out and we still sounded sore
In '97, we went on our fifth unpacked European tour
This night came fast
Thought it never would
Thought you'de be the last
I could cling to when things got hard
In true or false need
Tonight I have a fire
That I want you to feed
The more I drink
The more I burn
The waste of nuclear waste
We know but never learn
And your lips are bitter sweet
Like yesterday's wine
But I'm 1.000 miles behind
My fire
is licking you now
Will you put out or let it glow
Salt 'round the rim
I'll fill you to the brim
Fill you 'till you're as empty as me
I'll take you down
I'll bring you down
Untill we feel
We're lost and found
And at dawn when we awake
our illusions start to break
And the flame has turned to ash
We're not lovers
Hardly friends
Thrown out
This endeavour ends
We're yesterdays trash
It's coming down from above the clouds
Bared fangs and howling aloud
It's a carnivore â kill the lights
The dragon bites
Yeah, finally unleashed
The black beast came from the east
It's the last time the sky is bright
The dragon bites
Stand up and unite until tomorrow
Now it's time to fight
By hatchet, halberd or by arrow
Against the dragon's bite
Make it fly home
Stand up and unite until tomorrow
Steel is rain is coming
and the lights are all shut out on the minigolf course
and I've yet to wipe the wine off my floors
The hammack's racking in 3/4 time
and all the birds have south and I am left behind
I'm hungring
But the flesh of my song is rotten
and I think I'm losing sight
My old friends have turned to stone
In the corners of my eye
My folks walked off alone
In the corner of my eye
You begin to wear me out, I feel like crossbones to you skull
Your stupidity blinds me, your so-called brilliance is so dull
You're living life by proxy as your mind contracts
Too 2dimensional for backgrounds, too scared to see the life of facts
You callect emotions like the stamps of your youth
Then pass out in the gutter with your gin and Vermouth
You lie with the windfalls although you're unripe
Saying: "Idon't care about the green " You know you ain't
got the guts, "maaan" But you pretend to have the spleen
While playing memory with your feelings
and hide-and-seek with your thoughts
Accusing others of sell-out, saying you can't be bought
While i nreality, you ain't got nothing to sell
Your Chines fawcet's open, but there's nothing in the well
You're a tabula rasa, you're an empty page [x2]
You get through life like you get through a book
Been there, done that, Mr Jones?
The last chapter has ended, still you're as blank a page
Now the summer has come
and it's time to catch the sun
let's go down to the beach
for some supersurfin' fun
Semi-saltstained hooters
as far as I can see
See-row after see-row
just waiting there for me
It's hot as hell
and it ain't a bad place to be
It's just supersurfin'fun
plenty of good times for everyone
supersurfin' fun
The sand is warm and grand
and the ocean's bright and blue
we're boppin' to the hard-ons
what am I supposed to do ?
Our friends are out surfin'
on waves that make 'em soar
while I'm in Annie's drawers
as we're stuck here on the shore
and I sincerely hope
they'll never surf-bored
'cause I'm having supersurfin' fun
I wish this summer wouldn't end
But it's no use to pretend
soon the autumn's close at hand
but as long as we can
Opposition
Tradition
Never trust a politician
It's been sung a million times before
And here's one more
Modern democracy is a smoking screen
Mass dictatorship
Join the sinking ship
Do you remember that calm summer night
When we held each other tight
and let it all pass by ?
There really was such a time
Before the static lice
Infested our eyes
We'll never win
I look around
So many girls, so little time
but time's the last thing on my mind
and I see that the sun still shines
I hear the sound
of punk in your car radio
of the ramones "glad to see you go"
and then I fall in love with you
[Chorus:]
boppin' to the beat - son of a beach
everybody's in heat - son of a beach
sand beneath my feet - son of a beach
boppin' to the beat - son of a beach
By the sea
you're lying next to me
drinkin' beer and feelin' free
I love it when you're strokin' me
I used to be
the worrying kinda guy
Never know what to do
with my life
What do I really want to be ?
And would I get
a silly pretty little wife ?
But since I met you
I feel free
[Chorus:]
'cause I know you
you know me
Together we can have fun
There's no need for sorrow
There's always tomorrow
for a boy and a girl
living in a simple world
Now I don't have to worry
not anymore
As long as I'm with you
I feel fine, just fine
You're all I think of
All of the time
To hold you in my arms
And call you mine
What's a sweatheart like you doin'
in crummy dumps like those ?
Why do you do the things you do ?
sp-sp-sp spasm, baby
ravin' comatose
Why do you do the things you do ?
You slam to a different hardcore
stoned to the bone
Why do you do the things you do ?
It makes me miss the ol' bee gees,
sly & the family stone
Why do you do the things you do ?
Come on everybody
Shake your booty
on the dance floor
all night long
in the mean time
while they live below their means
in the crooked mansion on the hill
the deal goes down
a new raw deal from the deck of the overripe
they're reaping what you sow
Let go!
know your foe
don't let the wicked get no rest
level your scythe at the crest
choose your side and reap what you have sown
take your side and reap what you have sown
chooseyour side and reap what you have sown
Cliff Barnes
where would you have been
if j.r. wouldn't have been there
with his dollar grin ?
What would you be doing ?
Would you be screwing a wing ?
[Chorus:]
Mr president
save our human rights
Mr president
save us from the night
Digger Barnes
that's his old man
He once dated miss Ellie
but he lost again
that's where it all began
But Cliff, you're still my captain
captain my captain
You're so right, it's true, what being free can do to you
It's such a hit ... yes, Miss, you're right, nothing's quite like this
You make me listen hard, I sit and stare
But even Godot knows this nowhere
and on a dull/dole day I can see forever ... here I go again
Keep me on line 'cause I'm falling apart (start it up)
How nice ... so this is my life:
Big plate of air with nothing on the side
Anonther day of Q&A; (queue'n'nay)
How'm I spose to keep to keep my mind at bay?
I heard them say "We'll put you life on the lin, boy" parBut
they forgot to put the line on the lifebuoy
and I don't git it for the life of me, I'm drowning in the redundancy
i'm so tired of people's problems, said Claudia to Jean
i'm gonna move if it don't change soon
this negatiity is killing the scene
and if it's all but falling apart before our eyes
and it's far too late to change the rumours and lies
all the lies
we both know what's said and done
and how long it's been since it was real fun
will you promise not to talk about me when i'm gone
It's never been my intention
to purposely shun none of
the people around me
but now I've finally realized
I'm all on my own
I've always had the opinion
that if I can live with myself
somebody else can do as well
But now I'm my room
and I don't feel at home
When I'm in a crowd
how come I feel so alone ?
Every place feels like home
where I'm alone
I've got no peace of mind
I've got no peace of mind
The bigger the population
the fewer you can see
You really know
It's an obvious paradox
or at least it should
I've lost most of my visions
but sometimes before I go to sleep
I swear I see eternity
And it doesn't scare me
though I wish it would
I've got no peace of mind
From the tantrum of teapots & coffee spoons
To the sigh when you turn out your bed light
From the wound in the side to the day a loved one dies
You know there is nothing you can do to make it right
so you don't call - as you fall
with closed eyes - further behind
And it responds, in a way, to the things that you say
at the dying of the day
(don't take your life for granted)
[Chorus:]
Open up and lift those pennies from my eyes
I'm on the rebound, the same as you
Open up from your traditional disguise
I'm on the rebound, the same as you
From the badly chosen path to the tears when you laugh
From your yesterdays to all of your tomorrows
From the chains that you strap 'round yourself by the stone
To the song in a moment of sorrow
you take heed - from what you need
and blame it all - on tradition
It responds, in a way, to the things that you say
at the dying of the day
[Chorus]
I'm on the rebound,
Steam
Rising up
through the cracks in the curb
As if this whole town was ready to blow
And the one thing I know
is that I can't hold it back
But tomorrow
a new sun will rise
to wipe the sand
off my eyes
Leaving me
Earthbound
Nothing is planned
Ain't it hard to understand
that nothing is planned ?
Nothing is planned
The future has happened
though no one planned it
We don't know where to blow
The future has happened
It's a newer present
It was up to you
It was up to Dew
On the lawn
Where my girlfriend used to sit
Where she sang for me
not long ago
And the one thing I know
is that I can't take her back
But maybe one day
she'll come clean
and wipe the dust
out of my dreams
they're lying on Sesame street
she's watching the moon shine
like a razor in the corner of her eye
as if from afar
as she tears down the last star
and thinks of what mommy says
about boys and broken promises
but he doesn't have that propensity
he's full of passionate intensity
he's full of himself and so is she
open sesame
the gyre is complete
the centre cannot hold
things fall apart
to dirt what was gold
nightmare on Sesame street
the gyre is complete
the centre cannot hold
things fall apart
to dirt what was gold
nightmare on Sesame street
who's dragging his feet
slouching toward Bethlehem to be born
the man in the moon bares his fangs
polishing his horn for the final burst
who's dragging his feet
slouching to Bethlehem to be born
he's as red as a sheet
she's as white as meat
open sesame
the gyre is complete
the centre cannot hold
things fall apart
to dirt what was gold
nightmare on Sesame street
the gyre is complete
the centre cannot hold
things fall apart
to dirt what was gold
nightmare on Sesame street
she's a big bird now
There's this guy I know
He's been to some of our local shows
In bloody clothes
He's a psycho
He's got this whim:
wants us to write a song about him
And simsalabim this is it
[Chorus:]
Mikey
Do it one more time for me
Did they know when your head
hit the cement, Mikey ?
Wowee
Do it one more time for me
Did they know how it set you free ?
Will they ever let you be ?
There he was
a normal guy
just like you and me
but when the music started
he turned out to be a psycho
He lives down the coast
and this guy wouldn't boast
But he's worth a toast
And a whole lot more
He's a mystery to me
But I wish I could be
like Mikey
Mike's a stagediver
I know it's true
I've seen him black and blue
sitting in an ambulance
He was so proud
so proud
Some say love is a flower
and I guess they know what's right
'cause it has its seasons
and it fades without light
if it has a beginning
it'll surely have an end
the weather moves in circles
and we're all dust in the wind
we don't know which way to blow
Love is a battlefield of wounded hearts
It ain't so bad
bein' alone
if you know it'll never last
nothing lasts forever
'cept the certainly of change
and love's the same
It's a game with simple rules
If you think it's forever
then you're nothing but a fool
take this from a fool who knows it
Oh no
there's something wrong
with little Billie John
Nowadays I can't seem to
ding-a-long-ling-long
my ding-a-long-ling-long
What's going on ?
[Chorus:]
aye-aye-aye oh
I can't take it no more
I can't make it no more
oh no
I've asked him
time and time and time again
tell me the reason
as to why you can't
stand by your man
I offer you my hand
my right hand
[Chorus]
oh no
little Billie John
is starting to fade away
I gotta take him
to the doc one day
I gotta pay to play
why me?
Every night
I watch the late show
And you know
my only dream
is to be there on the screen
I'd chat a bit with Dave
he'd listen to what I'd say
and read my name
from a hidden frame
And pretend that he knows me
He'd say I look
like million bucks
Through he doesn't give a fuck
about who I am
About what I'm saying
or what he thinks of me
I just want to be
on international TV
So a lot of people I don't know
can't see me
I wish to God
I was on Dave Letterman
I wish to God
And you can't blame me
I wish to God
I was on Dave Letterman
He's the most powerfull
and comical man
on american TV, D
Television rules
the world we know
And Letterman
sits at the throne
till the break of Dave
when the late late show
Masochistic at night and omnipotent by day
the tyrannical child king of a neutral country
whose arsenal only serves to palliate
the brigades who stand firm by a frontier of glass
whose court ball consists of threefold blindfold
dewlap dancers who rave by their sacrificial strass
all contributions gratefully retrieved
they don't have to be seen to be believed
the walls of this palace are paper thin
get close enough to write and you'll listen in
but there's bugs on the walls
planted from within
king of the world
suicidal god of his own microcosmos
where all black holes are filled
and no bangs are big
'cept the one that brought him there
that pushes him away
king of the world of ideas
it all goes by so fast
nothing that slips past
and if it does slow down
stars would gather 'round and vaporise the ground
his body will be noise
There's something going
in the air tonight
and we all know why it is
kids are boppin' around
we're all feeling allright
and we all know why it is
what's the use in stayin'
at the status quo ?
dare to go !
[Chorus:]
Something's flying in the air tonight
something all the kids wanna do
go stagedivin' in the air tonight
dare to go !
I know some bigshots who complain
about the kids who dive
and I don't know why they do it
feel free to dive when we're playin' live
can't see no reason not to do it
what's the use in fighting
in the front now ?
dare to go !
[Chorus]
don't mind your face when you're in the boppin' race
jump off the stage
like a kangaroo in a rage !
What about the times that you ditched me?
What about your constant missing out, not being there?
You always overwhelmed me with your passion, with your glow
But it ended up a tragedy
Look at us now and you'll see we're just the same, just the same
Our bittersweet, sweet symphony sounds just the same, just the same
Cut me off, I'll cut you off, let's kill all that is left, let's start today!
You keep looking back, you dig in the remains
But there's nothing left but an open enfected sore
You still try to reach my hand, but it makes no difference
If I'll pull you up, you'll run away again
Gather 'round ye sinners and a story I will tell
About a man o'plenty that we all know very well
He doesn't mind a sacrifice to save his pretty face
He'll devide and conquer, repaint and erase
Anything, anyone, he leads the human race
Raise the stars and stripes and steal the fire from Saddam
Cut off his people's medidine and food supplies and give matches to them
But if he doesn't take the blame, who will they condemn?
Little Caesar/Uncle Sam, feeding the mouth that bites you
Little Caesar/Uncle Sam, Orwell knew that you'd be eaten by your ham
The king is dead, long live the king
Little Caesar/Uncle Sam, Brutus is waiting in the wings
Since I wrote the first verse, ol' Bill has been dropping bombs
On middle eastern terrorists
Guess we all know what comes around comes around
Soon those bombs will be homeward bound
Bounties of America will be laid to waste
They may win the FU cup but drinking from it leaves a sour taste
The world keeps turning 'round and 'round
But I'm still standing still, I'm a human ball bearing
Nothing moves me anymore, stuck in my own rifling
I feel part of the machine, still duno what I'm waiting for
Tomorrow will things finally change?
I wanna trangress the mundane
I ain't had an original for years
I'm lying in my couch watching back episodes of Friends
There's something wrong
with Rosabella
She's in a rut
and the grass ain't doing her good
The only problem is
she's overcome with sorrow
But it might be better tomorrow
Dirty little old brown Jersey cow
She's just a little cow
Rosie's bored cow disease is spreading
Like a cancer
No one knows how
No one has got the answer
As to why
Poor Rosie is a cow
Don't be sad or sorry
Don't be sad
Don't you worry
Don't be sad
You're better off than Rosie
I always thought punk was 'bout being fun
but there's way, way too much hate
I saw Dana & Talle being beaten up
just 'cause they cannot skate
Why should I be afraid of being bullied ?
Why do I have to be scared
'cause I can't do an ollie
Why ?
Now Dana & Talle are swollen all around
Dana D. & Talle T. were beaten up by punks
but they didn't care about sticks and stones
Dana : we are nice !
Why, why, why, why, why, why, why,
why do those bigots call the music theirs
and make Dana cry ?
Why ?
Dana : I'm so swollen
We went on our separate ways, there's nothing more for me to say
We reached the point where giving up and going on are the same dead end
All our hapes for something more were just games to pass the time away
and I don't wanna live that lie, there's really nothing more to say
Everytime I picked you up you ran through my clutching hands
Cut back, left behind I watched you, what made you so scared?
Self destructive, lost perspective of what once was us
We lit the candle at both ends and it slowly burns away
I am thing of you less as time goes by
I'm cleaning up the mess you left behind in this confusing state of mind
I hope you found what you were looking for, 'cause I'm not bitter
I just found a way to see things clearer, a way to understand
All the trees are bending
We've been going way to fast
My girl's spilled her coffee
and the sun's not gonna last
Asleep at the wheel
About to reel
Asleep at the wheel
Automoronbile
This song is not for singing
I can't feel what I pray
but there's smoke and dust
Right down the lino
It's all coming this way
Asleep at the wheel
It's all too real
Our eyes are closed
well she was an american girl
raised on promises
she couldn't help thinkin that there
was a little more to life
somewhere else
after all it was a great big world
with lots of places to run to
yeah, and if she had to die
tryin' she had one little promise
she was gonna keep
oh yeah, all right
take it easy baby
make it last all night
she was an american girl
it was kind of cold that night
she stood alone on her balcony
she could the cars roll by
out on 441
like waves crashin' in the beach
and for one desperate moment there
he crept back in her memory
god it's so painful
something that's so close
and still so far out of reach
oh yeah, all right
take it easy baby
make it last all night
All the town criers are crying, media is lying
Whole towns made redundant, nature ain't the same
As it is in the commercials, everything's commercial
But all of that can change
(To reach for the utmost possibility, you gotta aim for the impossible -
Strindberg)
Choke your petty pessimism, we can change a single thing
But I also know that inside everyone of us there is a seed
Planted in the field of oppurtunity
(In time there'll be a harvest, but now it's time to plow)
[repeat chorus]
Join the freak parade, no time to delay
I'm at the front, running with a walking stick [x2]
(Cultivate your garden, build a house, share your dinner, smash a gun,
Talk to someone old, make a differance) [repeat chorus]
Never thought bout
whatwould happen tomorrow
Always thought you and I
would be ok
But now you've gone insane
And thrown it all away
For me and you
You don't know what you've got
till it spits you in the face
Figured I'd be right here
and you'd always stay
But now you've gone insane
And thrown it down the drain
For me and you
It doesn't smell
it doesn't smell
quiet twilight side street, Amsterdam
suddenly a lonesome engine drone
the boys with the blue lights want out in the red
they long to hear the sirens turn them on
undercover
with their truncheons of steel
they wanna cop a feel
they fuck the order
fuck the law
with their facist retribution
fuck the order
fuck the law
and their facist retribution
fucking pigs
cruising for a bruising of the pain
handcuffed to the strong arm of the law
but there's no need to be alarmed
the tinted windows kepp them from
the grieving's bodily harm
when the guns are fired and the smoke has blown
all the rockers will have to roll home
and hopefully the heat won't be so hot
as to get out and get another shot
Once upon a time
he saw this man on the street
with mud on his feet
and asked him what he sold
He said :
" I bring three magic beans
from far far away
They're the last ones
that I've got
If you plant them in a pot
a stalk will grow
Within the next couple of days
all that you have to do
is make sure that
it doesn't grow wild
along with you "
But was no holding back
It grew into the sky
for some considerable time
Higher and higher
Untill he couldn't see the ground
Higher and higher
Never looked down
He left his property behind
All he cared about
was to climb
his magic beanstalk friend
He'll climb it to the end
Summer is here, the ocean is clear, I got some beer and I'm out on the pier
Stars look down on Sleepy Town, distant shimmering of a faint sundown
Silent Heart will refuse to pound, what would I need to turn around?
Someday, sometime, I will return
I turned my back long ago, discontent with what I did know
Stale water from melting snow, someday, sometime, I'll come around
Turn me around, I wanna turn myself around just to get back
Turn time around, I wanna turn my time around to get back
to the start
... a new false start, an open vein for Silent Heart
Paint that sky with clouds and birds, still that sound that can be heard
Someday, sometime, I will return
I turned my back to Sleepy Town not to drown in the seaweed night
Now I hear the same sad sound in the pulse of the city lights
Someday, sometime, I'll come around [repeat chorus]
Wake up at noon, get a few brews, meet with the lads and go to the beach
Long after dark, fly to my girl, those were the days, so out of reach
Baby take me onto higher ground
Make me holy
Help me control it
Show me a piece of Heaven
here on Earth
Say a prayer
for all your unlucky ones
who've yet to find God
Big Bang
Life dawns with lust
Every sperm
is sacred to us
In God we trust
My mind is set on the little death
and the magic of rebirth
Oh Lord
Thou who aret on thigh
swollen be thy limb
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
my balls they itch, and i'm too fat to scratch
aw man, ain't life a bitch, with a fat moustache
tickles my scrotum, but it won't make me cum
no, it won't make me spray, but it won't go away
i can't change my underwear, dunno what i'd find down there
maybe dickcheese, maybe poo, and if it's cheese, it's blue
i would like to feel my dong, but my arms are not that long
and my foreskin is too snug for that wiener-finger hug
you should be on fat
you should be on fat
they keep telling me
you should be on fat
my balls they itch, and i'm too fat to scratch
could be the crabs that hatch down in my pubic thatch
no, i know it's no creep, cause it would have to sleep
and it's jock around the clock and it's spreading to my....
i don't wanna see the doc cause it's too embarassing
i would have to spill the beans and tell him everything
on a search for navel lint under all thatfat
i'd lift, i'd clench, i'd squint, and pulled out a wooly hat
It's time again for another fashion trend, now it's time to be
alone again
I might be unreasonable, but why's style seasonal?
I'd rather stick to my own sorry lack of taste
You'll be amazed by the range of possibilities open for you and me
When we become stylefree
If you get it, you really got it bad and if you don't, it's even worse, I guess
I'm not impressed, you'll feel inside, you'll be living without
and if you're in on anything, you're in with the outcrowd
Whatever happens to your karma? Does it come off with your clothes?
Show me your naked ass and see if I'm still as impressed
Well, God only knows ... as for me
I'm free, there ain't nobody gonna tell me how to be, that's right
I'm free, there ain't nobody gonna tell me how to be, stylefree
It's been said before, but I'll say it again
Don't put your soul in someone else's skin
Wolf and sheep in dummy's clothing, how could I tell that you're for real?
Succumb to any trend, but when it ends
Don't pretend it's not a part of you, you'll see ...
You're free, ain't nobody gonna tell you how to be, that's right
Now it's time to finally sell out
It's the right time
for the big one
There is no doubt were through
Playing for weeks
for crowds of ton
We've lost good money on this band
But now we're back at scratch again
Now's the time to sell our souls
A foreign label, a full length CD
But we're the same guys
In the same clothes
though one guy left us
Fortunately
We're six years on
though rearranged, is it that strange
that we have changed ?
It's no big deal but this time we get paid
How does that make you feel ?
Cut some slack
Scratch your backs
We've started from scratch
Do you grudge us
one-roomers of our own ?
Paying rehearsal space ?
The band van loan ?
Is it "not punk"
Having food to eat ?
Would our songs be better
if we lived out on the street
Now it's time for the CD to sell
But if it'll happen
ain't no tongue can tell
and it doesn't do well
We're the stuck-up gits
We always were
After all
we've said and done
we're still in it
For the fun
I't weird how the years pass on
It feels like we've just begun
one foot still inside and the other one outside the door
trying to hold on though he knows he was way better off before
you gotta have a little faith boy
you gotta have a little faith, that's what she says
but he tries to run off, tries to make his way through the door
as she keeps laughing, that's right boy, i nailed your foot to the door
you gotta have a little faith boy
you gotta have a little faith, that's what she says
scaredycat, oh scaredycat
sitting like a doormat
scaredycat, oh scaredycat
sitting like a doormat
this bubble is meant to burst
you gotta cut off, gotta cut off
scaredycat, oh scaredycat
sitting like a doormat
a single string of hope, she's clutching your hand harder
determined not to let go but it slowly slips away
you gotta have a little faith girl
you gotta have a little faith, that's what he says
no strings attached, cut back it's all gone
only fragments and broken pieces of a past dream
nothing to hold on to anymoreyou gotta have a little faith,
that's what he said
scaredycat, oh scaredycat
sitting like a doormat
scaredycat, oh scaredycat
sitting like a doormat
smelly cat, smelly car
what are they feeding you?
scaredycat, oh scaredycat
sitting like a doormat
a thousand miracles once promised not destroyed
she keeps a piece of his heart, he keeps a piece of hers
