• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Temporary Phase - Sausage
• Recreating - Sausage
• Shattering Song - Sausage
• Riddles Are Abound Tonight - Sausage
• Prelude To Fear - Sausage
• Here's To The Man - Sausage
• Girls For Single Men - Sausage
• Toyz 1988 - Sausage

Suppose I take a dollar bill and I crumple it in my hand,
Won't it take such empathy to make you understand,
That I am just a little boy?
I look up at the moon and I see it's made of cheese,
??? is called from her knees.
I know I shouldn't try and cross the street without my ma.
I'm stuck to the finer things, you're PROTECTED by the law.
Cause it's a temporary phase.
It's just a temporary phase.
And it's running round and round and round and round about your side,
She's down beneath the waterslide.
Boy you look up at the moon, you see its made of rocks.
Your imagination's 22, it preaches when it talks.
You really shouldn't try to change your mind without your ma,
When it comes down to Biology, she says "Boy, Ask Your Pa".
Cause it's a temporary phase.

I see things, I don't believe in.
And I feel things, I can't percieve.
Reality, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
Don't touch my hand. Or speak words to me.
Any conversation would irritate me.
Sanity, comes quite immune to me.
While I recreate with my mind.
You'll see things, you don't believe in.
And you'll feel things, you can't percieve.
Shut the doors, and draw the blinds.

Can, can the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn.
Can, can the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn.
Can, can the butter churn strike a match and watch it burn.
Can, can the butter churn strike a match and watch it burn.
Shattering song shattering along.
Birds scatter and people chatter and the dog (or sun?) barks at the moon.
My mother (or grandma??) went to the doctor today,
he said don't brush your teeth with a spoon.
Why why why why.
Shattering song, shatterring along.
I went to the doctor today he spat something into my brain.
He said don't put the cat in the microwave.
I'll tell you about this boy, the old boy.
Can, can the butter churn, strike a match and watch it burn
I'll tell you it's the shattering song, just shatter up a storm if you
like. We could go on, and on, heh heh heh I'll tell 'ya, tell 'ya

2, 3, 4... Aw, what the hell was that? 2, 3,4...
Riddles are abound tonight,
Since the wizard's taken flight.
By the shroud of mystery,
Go to be serenity.
Open hearts are numb to pain
While open minds fill up of strain
If they cut this pie in two,
I'd still give both halves to you.
Huh Aww Yeah!
Take the man that fills the throne,
Contemplate his time alone.
Add a dash of little boys,
And watch the buzzards tear away.
Huh Aww Yeah!
Riddles are abound tonight,
Riddles are abound tonight,
Riddles are abound tonight,
Riddles are abound tonight.

Possibilities; unaware, self-appointed bystandard of complete innocence.
Midday, aerobic jog, through streets not well lit by lamplight.
Prelude to Fear.
Perhaps; Picnic, setting of complete relaxation.
The sound, persists. The site, exists.
Disarray. Prelude to Fear.
But hey, fumble, growth of conscienceness.
Focusing, slow but steady, weirdness creeps.
Prelude to Fear.
Parallel, retrospective, deep sense of curiousity.
Retribution. React! Evaluate. React!
[Retribution. React! Evaluate. The Act! ?]
Caution. Prelude to Fear.
Physical sensation, the chill. The possiblity of mobility.
Abstract, sensation, waiting for the words.

Here's to the man, created the gun.
If you could see, what it has done.
Here's to the man, uses the gun.
Kills all kinds of creatures, just for fun.
He's on the hunt, we're on the run.
Is there remorse, when the killing is done?
Great and sunny said the man on the airwaves, great and sunny.
The epitomy of a California spring day.
Johnny and Butch, two young boys,
looking for adventure this hot California spring day.
The game today, cops and robbers.
"Well I'll get my daddy's gun, He keeps it on the shelf next to the
dirty picture books, I've seen it many times, I know, he doesn't know
that I know but I know it all 'cause I'm a good climber I can climb
all around, just watch me go well there I go. See. Bang Bang!
Here's to the man, who holsters the gun.

Girls for Single Men!
The sexiest in the bay area. Make a date tonight. Live action.
Girls for Single Men!
Don't be alone. Sing my song. California barney. Live action. Join the
Party!
Girls for Single Men.
Er, excuse me, how much for one of those, uh, prophylactics?
But I don't have a dollar and thirty-five cents!
Girls for Single Men!

An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today.
The first time in his life he's made that step.
Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity.
He's entered in a race that must be won.
One of the animals has left its cage today.
In search of better things so it seems to be.
But in this land of polyurethane,
Things are apt to get a bit hot.
As the toys go winding down.
C. G. the Mexican is a friend of mine.
We used to sit around the house watching evil dead.
Talking about the way it used to be...
We used to pull the stripers out of Sand Pablo bay.
Now the delta waters go down So. Cal.
And the stripers start to fade away.
It's pudding time, it's pudding time!