I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Not a lot to say, not a lot to do
You played the game, you owe nothing to yourself
Rest a day, for tomorrow you can't tell
You can't tell
I've seen the end of the day come too late
Seen the love you had turning into hate
Had to act like I didn't even care
But I did so I got stranded standing there
Standing there
It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
I've seen the end of the day come too soon
Like the prison dogs they set out after you
You owe nothing to the past but wasted time
To serve a sentence that was only in your mind
In your mind
It's nothing that I haven't seen before
But it still kills me like it did before
No it's nothing that I haven't seen before
You know, you know homey don't play like that
Can't believe that shit [unverified]
Hey Mr. Asshole, what's your big hassle?
Sitting in your castle, judging everyone
Your acting like it's chill while the deal's gettin' ill
Why don't you break your face on my head?
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Total paranoia tryin' to annoy ya
Everything I do is to try and fuck you up
Some trauma true and I was such a spasm
Drop yourself on the situation, dude
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Ahh, everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
Everyone's out to get you, mutherfukka
MTV makes me wanna smoke crack
Fall out of the window and I'm never comin' back
MTV makes me wanna get high
Can't get a ride no matter how I try
And everything's perfect and everything's bright
And everyone's perky and everyone's uptight
I love those videos, I watch them all day
(What's the problem?)
Uh, I dunno just stop the tape
Hey alright, MTV, whoa, makes me wanna smoke crack
Fly out the window and I'm never coming back
MTV makes me wanna get high as a moon
Like a rubber balloon, ah get that squeegee
Everything's wonderful, everything's grand
Everything's swinging, all across the land, you know it
Bust out the biscuits, strike up the band
Play those videos every woman and man
'Cause MTV, whoa makes me wanna smoke crack
Hey, fly out the window and I'm never coming back
Oh, MTV makes me wanna get high as a kite
Gettin' all uptight, take it
Ah yea, fake it 'til you make it
Right about now
Steppin' into a cold-ass fashion
Ah yeah, weed-whack that thing
I work down at the video store
Making some change with a sparkle in my step
And a smile on my face, condominiums rising above
And those videos are better than love
Yeah, MTV, one, MTV, check
Captain brain's comin down
Thinkin about nothin at all
Who could it be?
Who could it be locked inside your bathroom?
I hate to do this
But you're a pain in the neck
I thought you knew this
You're handing me a canceled check
You're so helpless
Your girlfriends think you're a saint
I'll give you a quarter
I'll keep my judgments to myself
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't want to beg
It's crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone
Count your blessings
And do the things that you should
O the has-beens
That never had it so good
Stormy weather
The kids are making a racket
In the wilderness
The wild lives are so mild
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't wanna beg
It's crystal clear
Your time is nearly gone
And I get caught up
In the moonlight
Reaching out for a rotten egg
I don't wanna beg
It's crystal clear
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos sueltos enlazan a mi cabeza
Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van
Pongalo junto, invitacion extrao
Despierto, alguien arrastra mis huesos
Nosotros, acendemos en la tarde
Y recuerdo tu sonrisa, donde el viento salvaje
Hay algo vacio, cuando empieza
Viajo sin rumbo fijo en mis botas viejas
Cabos, sueltos enlazan mi cabeza
Si pensabas ir al lugar donde los paganos van
Pongalo junto, invitacion extrao
Evacuacion cerebral y recopilacion a texto
Some folks get their kicks steppin on ants
Some folks fall for love and romance
Some like to roll in the mud and laugh
My baby just likes to cut people in half
I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues.
Well I thought I heard a chainsaw
Revving up late one night
Woke the next morning cut in two
And I knew that I was right
I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was a big long saw
I got the cut in half blues
(harp solo)
I knew we were in trouble
And I knew we...she lost her head
When she started bringing all those
Power tools to bed.
I got the cut in half blues
Yeah the cut in half blues
Well the last thing I saw was the big long saw
Fuckin' on my...
Fuckin' on my floor
Fuckin' off
Fuckin' talkin to me
Fuckin' talkin to me...ohhhh
And I won't (? )
And I tell how the people
They want my soul
They wanna touch me with my finger
Oh, they feel...oooohhhhh
I wanna think
I wanna feel
I don't got no tail
I rock n roll
My rack n roll
I've got the soul
I've got the soul
She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a burning lawn
She's dead and gone
She's here and now
She's hangin around
She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a liquor store
She's a apple core
She's a camel hair
She's a golden chair
She's a blue cross (x4)
She's a silver star
She's a stolen car
She's a milky way
She's an old ashtray
She's a blue cross (x4)
Windy, windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be, gotta be
Running out of light bulbs
Crowded, crowded
Open to a waste can
Yellow car, yellow car
Better be inside there
Wake up, wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall, glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy, little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching, watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids
Stranger, stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him, lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet, alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole, black hole
Looking for a ladder
In the stratosphere
So I can be happy
Let my problems melt away
Running on a plane
With a cigarette
I carry my heart
Like a soldier with a hand grenade
Walking down the aisle
Of the supermarket
Looking for the ??
To carry my senses away
Listen to a voice
On the telephone
Somebody's calling
Somebody on the way
Looking for a home
In the magazine page
Wages in my pocket
Gonna buy me anything I need
Thought in my brain
Batting an eye
Washing away
I'm not scared
'Cause there's nobody there
Mind is awake
Nothing's gonna lead me astray
Listen to the voice
On the radio wave
Somebody needs you
Somebody who is
Ahhh
The information is ravenous
The ticker tape feeds the mind
Looking for a lost transmission
A heaven that we left behind
When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
And the skyline rising
Highrise eyes see for you
Say hello to a mannequin
The ghost of our lonely tongue
Reaching out ??
I was ?? down below
When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
The skyline rising
Highrise eyes see for you
She's the sister of avarice
A wife of a poisonous tongue
She's the eye of a battle of stones
A sister out of control
When the information comes
We'll know what we're made from
The skyline rising
Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends
Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
Standing on the last legs
Of a dream that walked away
When the Lord rings my front door
And asks me what I got to show
Besides the dust in my pockets
And the things that just eat away my soul
Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
There's some permissions
Of a dream that got cremated
The least I had to lose from
Is the most I seem to care
Anything should make you happy
Nothing could make you scared
We'll be on the shoreline
When that heavy ship goes down
Did you think that you were lucky?
Nobody cares what dress she wears at all
Tattered rags and paper bags and all
She's the one sleeping in the dirt
Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt
Gamblers trade candles for the dice
Mothers drag their canes across the bridge
No one wake her up, she's sleeping still
Put a candle on the window sill
Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Taking heart out of the shell
Taking heart out of the shell
Throw it away
?? strike the darkness from the room
Knives, they take the poison from the wound
'Cause they drag us down into the ruins
Sleep away our cares, dirty boots
Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Taking heart out of the shell
Taking heart out of the shell
Disappointment condition
A perfunctory prescription
Of an indigent mindset
A beligerant silence
We got all we need
Turning out of a tin can
Thinking about the ??
Of the social hurt
Listen to the noise
On the battery tape deck
A Judas trainwreck
Anonymous suspect
Hovering in carbon monoxide cremations
Loners ??
Of vacant locations
Think tanks empty
International dream bank
Plug in my reactor
To the fallout zone
The enemies' story is a lot like mine
And if you get to the point
Then you had better deny
Dark star ??
Eyes are closing
From a sky lit terrain
Autopilot drivers
Riding out on the ice age
Infidels swallowed
In a vanishing point
Ammunition souls shooting
Holes in the ozone
Widows tears
Washing a soldier's bones
Sterilized egos
Delirium seagulls
Punctured by the arrows
Of American eagles
Robot teachers
Backspace my brain
My equilibrium gone
Dark star
Just an eye that is closing
From a sky lit terrain
One, two
One, two
I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning
You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What you're thinking
And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it
And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go
Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs
I'll never forget you
Never
Forget
Black hearts in effigy
We sing a song that was hated
All dressed in rag and bones
Sharks smell the blood that I'm bleeding
I know there's something wrong
Might take a fire to kill it
Might take a hurricane
Don't know what life that I'm livin
Black tambourine
My baby run to me
She lives in broken down buildings
Can't pay the rent again
These spider webs are my home now
And when the sun is down
We'll shake and rattle our bodies
To keep it warm at night
My tambourine is still shaking
Hey now girl what's the matter with me
We're on a back road something to see
Straight as a razor kickin the dust
Diggin thru ditches and fallin to rust
Takin me far
Far as a rental car can go
Hey now girl at the end of the road
Down where the reaper is walkin alone
Singing a death knell
Clappin along
At the end of the night
There's a road we'll be on
Takin me far,
Beck Qué Onda Guero Lyrics:
See the vegetable man in the
Vegetable van with the horn that's honking
Like a mariachi band in the middle of the street
People gather around put a dollar in the can
Ay wey, qué onda? tj cowboys hang around
Sleeping on the side walk with a burger king
Crown never wake them up mas cerveza till
The rooster crows vatos vergallos
Qué onda guero?
Qué onda guero?
Mano blancos roll with crowbars sing
Rancheras on cheap guitars abuelitas with
Plastic bags walking to church with their
Spanish candles dirty boracho
says "qué putas?
Andelay joto, your popsicles melting"
Run better run da doo run run in the midnight sun
Guero where you going? Qué onda guero?
Rampart boys with loaded rifles guatemalan
Soccer ball instant replays mango ladies
Vendedoras at a bus stop
Sing a banda macho chorus
Qué onda guero?
A donde
I'm comin over
See me down at the station
By the lane
With my hands in my pocket
Jingling a wish coin
That I stole from a fountain
That was drowning all the cares in the world
When I get older
Climbin up on the back porch fence
Just to see the dogs runnin
With a ring and a question
And my shiverin voice is singing
Thru a crack in the window
I better go it alone
Down on the corner
See me standin
On a makeshift road
With the dust storm blowin
In a long black shadow
Pull a hammer from a coal mine
Down where your daddy was workin
Comb my hair back
Strike a match on a bathroom wall
Where my number was written
Drivin on the sidewalk
Lookin back and the sky is burning
In my rearview mirror
Electronic actors and astromagnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Writing interplanet code
Thoughts get transported
From neanderthal skulls
Digital food malls
Telemarketing people
With cellular headsets on their skulls
Selling you wisdom
From a plexiglass prism
Biochemical jism
Hits you with its rhythm
They act like Earth
Was a terrestial prison
A zoo for humans
Put their cities into ruins
Now we can feel what we're doing
We move the stratosphere in plastic
When you're out alive, spastic
What else can the dust try to tell us?
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Categorizing in a crash
Taking pictures
And a backstage pass
Gasoline on fire
Tried to pull off this mask
But there was really a face
Which I just read from a plan
Security cameras strapped to his back
Fulfilled prescriptions, antidotes
Media in a quarantined submission
Consultants with remote souls
Unanimous votes
Portions of the proceeds
Go to chain store victims
In the midget conditions
With remodeled kitchens
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
You've been so long
Your blind eyes are gone
Your old bones are on their own
So take off your coat
Put a song in your throat
Let the dead beats pound all around
We will go
Nowhere we know
We don't have to talk at all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together, one and all
The bargains you drive
Buckets and bags
And all your belongings
Your train's in the sand
Ramshackle Land
Let the rats watch the races
We will go
Nowhere we know
Till we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
Stuck together, one and all
Praises get spent
Your trick face is bent
Pigsties and prizes
'Cause there's no kind of wealth
You're suiting yourself
You leave yourself behind
We will go
Nowhere we know
Till we find our one and all
Hand me downs
Flypaper towns
The last survivor of a boiled crown
Another casualty with the casual frown
The janitor vandals they bark in your face
Juveniles with the piles and paste
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage glasses
With the crutches of frogs
Don't be confused
When the fuse is up
And you're taking a leak
Into your brother's cup
When the cup is filled
You can run and be killed
In the billion miles
Of the muscles that build
Radiation
Feeling the force
Karaoke
Vomiting morons
The scalps of zero hear the call
Rubbing in a blind man's running hall
With the canker sores and the robot pill
Throwing imbeciles on the window sills
It's a sensation
A bankrupt corpse
In the garbage glasses
With the crutches of frogs
You've only got one finger left
and it's pointin' at the door
and you've taken for granted
what the Lord's laid on the floor.
So I'm picking up the pieces
and I'm puttin' them up for sale.
Throw your meal ticket out the window
and put your skeletons in jail.
'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
To give yourself a call
Let your bottom dollars fall
Throwing your two-bit cares down the drain.
Invite me to the seven seas
like some seasick man
You'll do whatever you please
and I'll do whatever I can.
Titanic, fare thee well
My eyes are turning pink
don't call us whent the New Age
gets old enough to drink
'Cause Lord only knows it's gettin' late
Your senses are gone so don't you hesitate
To move on up the hill
There's nothing there left to kill
Throwing your two-bit cares down the drain
yeah
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
odelay, odelay, just passin' through
[lower tone of voice]
Odelay, odelay, odelay, odelay
Going back to Houston
YEAH
to the hot dog dance.
Going back to Houston
WOAH
Keep on truckin like a novacane hurricane
Blowin static on the poor man's short-wave
Stampede's got to dismantle
Code-red: what's your handle
Mission incredible undercover convoy
Full-tilt chromosome cowboy
X-ray search and destroy
Smoke stack black top novacane boy
Got so low your mom won't drum
Getting late with the suicide beat
Test-tube, still-born and dazed
Chump scum plays in the razor's haze
Got the momentum radioactive
Lowdown!
Step aside for the operation
Don't expect some generation
Cyanide ride down the turnpike
Hundred hours on the miracle mic
Grinding the gears eighteen wheels
Pigs and robots riding on their heels
Fine tune road block making a sand box
Diesel infernos burning like drano
Down the horizon purple gasses
Semi-trucks hauling their asses
Novacane, hit the road expressway
Explode!
I've been drifting along with the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: it's a strange invitation
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that she smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
I been drifting along with the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: it's a strange invitation
High 5, high 5
High 5, high 5
quot;C'mon on, 8, everybody, c'mon, 7, c'mon, now, 6, 5
Aw, yeah, I like that shit quot;
When I rock it's like a high 5
Want a slap in the face I love the taste
All my days with my wheelchair ways
Watch me die in my suicide high
I don't mean it 'cause I only come on to you
When I step to the room with a powerful motion
Leopard skin let the records spin
'Round and round with the speed of sound
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
Rocky mountain low we gotta go
Put that gadget in the random mode
Cripple candy rocking the candy
Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot
In my car sweating like a dog
Beers and chairs no frontiers
On my way from the 'Frisco Bay
Dixieland, soda-pop man
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
Yeah, put that machine in random mode
Talking about popping jugger
Like the last century
quot;Turn that shit off, man, what's wrong with you
Man, get the other record, damn quot;
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
High 5, more dead than alive
Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills
quot;Ok, now, do like designer jeans
Everybody, designer jeans, say, say, say, say, say: ooh, la la, sasoon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Everybody
One more time, let me hear you say: ooh, la la, sasoon
Just do it everybody, c'mon
Now I want the ladies
All the ladies, say: Sergio Valente, sing it, girl
Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente
Say: Jordache quot;
Somethings wrong 'cause my mind is fading
And everywhere I look there's a dead end waiting
Temperatures dropping at the rotten qasis
Stealing kisses from the leperous faces
Heads are hanging from the garbage man trees
Mouthwash jukebox gasoline
Pistols are pointing at a poor man's pockets
Smiling eyes ripping out of his sockets
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind.
Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case blues
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind.
Somethings wrong 'cause my mind is fading
Ghetto-blasting disintegrating
Rock 'n' roll, know what I'm saying
And everywhere I look there's a devil waiting
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
Got a devil's haircut in my mind,
(This is song two on the album
This is the album right here
Put on the album)
Tonight the city is full of morgues
And all the toilets are overflowing
There's shopping malls
Coming out of the walls
As we walk out among the manure
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
Give the finger to the rock 'n' roll singer
As he's dancing upon your paycheck
The sales climb high
Through the garbage-pail sky
Like a giant dildo crushing the sun
That's why
I pay no mind
Sleep in slime
I just got signed
So get out your lead-pipe pipe dreams
Get out your ten-foot flags
The insects are huge
And the poison's all been used
And the drugs won't kill your day job
Honey
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
That's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Shooting venom at the passers-by
Hijackers tie the heavens down
I put my eyes in a paper bag
I'm spinning round like a gambling wheel
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
I dropped my anchor in the dead of night
I packed my suitcase and threw it away
I fell asleep in the funeral fire
I gave my clothes to the police man
Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air
Caddy
I got a job making money for the man
throwing chicken in a bucket with a soda pop can
Puke green uniform on my back
I had to set it on fire in vat of chicken fat
I leaped on the counter like a bird with no hair
running through the mini-mall in my under ware
I got lost downtown, couldn't find a ride home
sun went down, I got frozen to the bone
Till a Hooker let me share her fake fur coat
As I took a little nap, the cops picked up us both
I tried to explain I was only trying to get warm
I knew I never ever should have burned my uniform
He said, \"Too bad, better bite the bullet hard son.\"
I didn't have no teeth so I stole his gun
As I crawled out the window with my shadow on the spoon
Dancing on the roof shooting holes in the moon
get busy
you know it
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack (2X)
(something really distorted)
I'm standing right here with the beer in my hand
and my mouth is full of sand and I don't understand
Fourteen days I've been sleeping in a pawn
Better get a claim check tattooed on my arm
Whistling Dixie with the Dixie cup filled
with the Barbecue sauce and the dental floss gel
Big fat fingers pointing into my face
telling me to get busy cleaning up this place
I got bent like a wet cigarette
Now she's coming after me with a butterfly net
Riding on a moo cow ringing a bell
Black cat wrapped and I'm rolling down the hill
Muzzle on my leg and I'm trying not to beg
taking turns baking worms with the bacon and eggs
Now they got me in a bird cage flapping my jaw
like a brothel in the stars just waiting to fall
So gimme what I've got to get so I can go
Cause I ain't washing dishes in the ditch no more
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack (2X)
no no no no...
soul sucking jerk (fish voice)
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk
I'm gonna take it all back and I ain't sayin' jack
you know it
I Ain't gonna work for no soul sucking jerk (fades)
---------------------------------------------------
I'm not sure of some of this stuff, especially:
brothel
Muzzle
moo cow
If any one else has a better idea what he's saying, please let me know
Rowboat
Row me to the shore
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole
In the bottom of my soul
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more
Pick me up
Give me some food to eat
In your truck
Goin' no place
I'll be home
Talkin' to nobody
You'll be strange
You'll be far away
Big fat moon
And my body's out of tune
With the burnin' waves
She's a billion years away
Dogfood on the floor
And I've been like this before
She is all
And everything else is small
Pick me up
Give me some alcohol
In your truck
Playin' the radio
I'll be home
With the gasoline
You'll be stoned
You'll be far away
Rowboat
Row me to the shore
She don't
Wanna be my friend no more
She dug a hole
In the bottom of my soul
She is all
Yo homey don't play that game
Hey mr. asshole
What you dirty asshole
Sitting in your castle
Judging everyone
You're acting like it's chill
When the deal's getting ill
Why don't you break your face or mine
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Total paranoia
Trying to annoy you
Everything I do
Is to try to fuck you up
Screw chum chewin'
The house of spasm
Drunk so long
In this situation
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
I don't want no cryin'
All upon my sleeve
I just want somebody
Who got no place to be
You call me up on Tuesday
I'll be stuck on Sunday night
Lookin' for some good things
To make me feel alright
When I snap my fingers
When I walk the line
When I get my money
I'll be killin' time
Time is killin' something
It's just too small to care
Runnin' through the jungle
Lookin' for your hair
Someone's talkin' backwards
Lookin' for a fight
Puttin' on a lampshade
'Cause you're shinin' way too bright
I don't want no cryin'
I don't want no pain
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin' with a loser in the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the Vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat
Someone came in sayin' I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin' all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey neck and it's hangin' from a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin' on a termite
That's chokin' on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
Yo, bring it on down
I'm a driver, I'm a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(I can't believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
(Sprechen sie Deutsche, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser, baby, so why don't you kill me?
I ain't got no inclination
Give away my sweet sensation
Sleepin' in an old toolshed
Scumbag cryin' on his pillow
Oooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Found myself in New Orleans
With a scarecrow in my jeans
Feed my forehead through the ceilin'
Drank my coffee with a hubcap
Yeah
Oooh...
When you want to be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
Devil's got your pantyhose on his head
Oh yeah, and he's robbin' me
But all I got's cornbread
Well, you turn my body into a crutch
And now I'm limpin' all over
When I feel your touch
Oh yeah
Oooh...
Oooh...
Put on my jack-eyed boots
Runnin' wild on the bayou
Now I'm talkin' on a walkie-talkie
Credit card glued to my hand
Feels good
Oooh...
When you wanna be with me then we will see
Who's fuckin' with my head
Hey hey hey hey
No no no no
Fuckin' with my head
Make me feel like an asshole
I ain't got no soul
I ain't got no soul
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
No no no no
Windy
Windy
Looking for a better home
Gotta be
Gotta be
Running out of lightbulbs
Crowded
Crowded
Open to a wastecan
Yellow car
Yellow car
Better be inside there
Wake up
Wake up
Nothing's gonna harm you
Glass wall
Glass wall
Standing on the furniture
Little boy
Little boy
Laying on a sleeping bag
Watching
Watching
Through the cracks of his eyelids
Stranger
stranger
Feeling like a broken stone
Lost him
Lost him
Standing on the orange chairs
Alphabet
Alphabet
Can't afford a telephone
Black hole
Black hole
Nothing's gonna harm you
Walkin' back to the burnin' schoolhouse
And the kids drinkin' in the park
Late at night and the spirit moves me
And I don't mind bein' afraid
Old man with no clothes
Leanin' on my fence
Tell me where the money goes
And the food don't taste the same
I'm gettin' fast at being the last
You know I don't need to waste no time
You can call me once a week
Tell me where I been
Phony lady layin' flat on the road
And the helicopter goin' by
And I'm down to the sound
Of a sky turned brown
And I'm lovin' everything you say
I don't think it's funny
When you shave both of my arms
Lately I been spittin' out the things
That I didn't mean to say
But that's alright, now
There's a bottomless pit that we've been climbing from
Just to get on level ground
Shake your seasick legs around
Dead of winter in a logo town
Signs of life are soft and flickering
Need a bed to lay my body down
Deadweight to carry down
Some static is lulling me to sleep
Hang your clothes on a chain link fence
In a junkyard say Amen
Your mouth is full of wordless hymns
And run-on sentences
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background holding nothing
And they're youthless and pretending with their bare hands holding nothing
There's a million horses dragging down a monolith
With these trademarks so bereaved
Tied my leg to a barricade
With a plastic hand grenade
They tried to turn emotion into noise
Need a teleprompter for my life
Need a pipeline to the night
My body can't get no relief
And this life it goes by fast
You're treading water in the past
Trying to re-animate something that you can't understand
And they're helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing
And he's youthless and forgetting with his bare hands touching nothing
And he's helpless and forgetting in the background saying nothing
Your cheatin' heart will make you weep
You'll cry and cry and try to sleep
But sleep won't come
The whole night through
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you
When tears come down like fallin' rain
You'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way I do
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you
Your cheatin' heart will pine someday
And crave the love you threw away
The time will come when you'll be blue
Your cheatin' heart will tell on you
When tears come down like fallin' rain
You'll toss around and call my name
You'll walk the floor the way I do
Now I'm comin' over, see me down at the station
By the lane with my hands in my pocket
Jinglin' a wish coin that I stole from a fountain
That was drownin' all the cares in the world though
When I gettin older, climbin' up
On the back porch fence, just to see the dogs runnin'
Ring and a question and my shiverin'
Voice is singin' through a crack in the window
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na
Down on the corner, see me standin'
On a makeshift home with a dust storm comin'
In a long black shadow, pull the hammer
From a coal mine down where your daddy was workin'
Comb my hair back, strike a match
On the bathroom wall where my number is written
Drivin' on a sidewalk, lookin' back
At the sky, it's burnin' in the rear view mirror
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na
I'm comin' over, see you down at the station
By the lane with my hands in my pocket
Jinglin' a wish coin that I stole from a fountain
That was drownin' all the cares in the world though
When I gettin' older, climbin' up
On the back fence, pointing to the dogs standin' firm
With a ring and a question, dime a dozen
And a voice that was singin' underneath the window
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, I better go it alone
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I better go it alone, na, na, na, na, na
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na
(one more time)
I was born in this hotel
washing dishes in the sink
magazines and free soda
trying hard not to think
lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
lay it on to the dawn
She can talk to squirrels
coming back from the convalescent home
staring at sports cars
crying
rattlesnake on the ceiling
gunpowder on my sleeve
I will live here forever
with the ocean and the bees
lay it on to the dawn
everything we done is wrong
I'll be lonesome when I'm gone
Alright here's a stupid song I wrote today
Yeah
Alright, ok this is called uh...
->would this be a world premiere?
Yeah this is probably the first and last time you'll hear this one...
Ok this is uh...this is whiskey bottle - no this is called uh
Whiskey-faced radioactive blowdryin' lady or something
Take out your whiskey bottle there
Now you don't even move out of your chair
Your getting juiced up beyond belief
I can barely love you when your getting drunk all the time
You can get out a blowdryer and
Blowdry the hair right off of your head
You can sauteé my dollar bills and feed 'em to the dog
While he's watchin' cable
If I catch fire by mistake, she'll put out my face with a rake
And I shut my mouth before I even breathe
Well I can barely touch you honey, cause you're gettin' drunk all the time
Gotten radioactive tastebuds smeared across the rug
Swallow the keys to the chevy
You're gonna weedwack your way to memphis, yeah
Everybody knows about your style, you got tin-foil wrapped around your smile
Well you're gonna give me a xerox of your buckteeth...
Gettin....crap-faced all the time
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
(with robot vocal effect)I got two turntables and a microphone
(Take me home with my elevator bones!)
(That was a good drum break)
Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hypnotizers
Move through the room like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Hirsutes with parachuits fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get Wilson; wanna rock the most now
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(Man spoken \"What about those who swing both ways? AC/DC's)
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
(Oh, dear me. Make-out City's a two-horse town)
(girl spoken: \"That's beautiful, Dad!\")
(Got my microphone...)
There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
The jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind
(make it out, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's make it out, baby
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(scream)
Telephone plastic baby
Ahh, so good
Oh, yeah
Let's play good
Ow, ow, ow, ow
----
Send a telegram
Tell me your thoughts
I want to live for a day
And the way that we lost
But a ?? under the train
Got crissed not crossed
Left the keys in the car
So the legs have to walk
Desert terrain and the wayward plain
Waiting for rain
And the ?? ain't afraid
Of what pain might be
To the pleasure we knew
Before we had to move on
I did my best for you
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo
Darker
We dance alone this way
It's getting darker
We dance alone this way
I waited for a fire
To collide with the planet
Tried to get back on the world
As it was turning around
?? pieces
?? crashed
Watching every minute
Of the ?? passed
'Cause motions wearing down
All my thoughts
'Til they're all smoothed out
Like rocks were tossed
Nooks and ??
We descended on the reality
Down below
Darker
We dance alone this way
It's getting darker
We dance alone this way
I'm gonna grab a train
Gonna break the hope
I put the life beating out
Like a stray in a boat
Let the scenery pass
Like a blown-out TV
Thought I saw a ghost
But it might have been me
Might have been the world
That was moving too fast
Caught up in the future
That was coming to pass
Now looking for a place
Where the lights unravel
Last ditch road
Trespassers travel on
Darker
We dance alone this way
It's getting darker
We dance alone this way
I just got put down
In the ashes of a backwash town
Black debris, the burned-out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas
Somewhere far along
Singin' the regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
It's a state where I belong
I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out all the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night
Somewhere far along
Singin' a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all
You're better off alone
Troubles find their home(?)................
Baby I can't make it straight
My boots got stuck and I can't wait
You're the one who's got no tongue
Look and see which way it's run
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away
Obituaries I seen right through
Brochures of the times we knew
Taxes on the days we spent
Repossessed and named and chained
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away
Accusations, suspects named
Battered husbands, cousins blamed
Holdin' up your trophy bones
Sticks and stones and lesser knowns
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away
And all your hopes can be derailed
Low salt (?) in the seas you sailed
No dreams in the night you lie
All the stars stripped from the sky
Man alive, I can't drive my two-bit cares away
(Beck speaking:)
[ya know how it is
It's like, my lady's gone, y'know...
I just let my twig fly in the wind
You know it's like the branch broken
It's like, I let my twig fly in the wind
Sometimes I need a little kindling (laughter),
Sometimes I kindle up a slight...combustion of fire
I let my twig burn in the wind
Ya know what I'm sayin?
It's like a twig...it's like a stick
But it's more portable (more laughter)
It's like my own portable twig, y'know what I'm sayin?
I let it fly in the wind
You know, sometimes I get lonely
And I let my twig fly in the wind...
Yeah... it's like that, y'know] (music begins...)
Some weepy creepy willow pillow boggy shit
Transcendental big wheel can you feel it
Trippy face down trippin' so damn hard
Head splits open stuffin' spills out into the car
Drink a cup of dirty water and a load of bony frog
Slip me seven dollars and I'll pump it full of smog
Paint a monkey gold and let it loose downtown
Start him with a smile and he come back with a frown
He's just a twig in the wind
Twig in the wind (a bunch of times)
All right
I'm happy feelin' crappy in your nappy little car
Squozen frozen duplicated drunk in a bar
Tape recorded all distorted genius machine
Spokesmodel dipped in refried beans
Piggys pay full price (?) to take them down to the dump
Dusty busty skeletons who pay at the pump
Multi-nippled rotating DJ sap
I'm shoulder high in crap and my water wings are flat
I'm just a twig in the wind...
Twig in the wind
Twig in the wind
Wheeeeeeeee!
(REALLY unintelligible Beck-stuff here)
[spoken: "Love me like a cab (?).
Love me. I know you will. Love me....(laugh)
Let's chill. I know what you're made of:
Ecstasy....next to me. The future
Is bright....your pants are so tight. Tantalize.
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Ten foot man makin' my lunch
You'll never understand
I want you so much
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it
I'm totally confused by you
I'm totally confused by you
Screamin' in my face
Whisper in my ear
Put me in a suitcase
With the can of beer
And I never, never want it
And I never, never want it
I really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
Doodododododooodoo
Probably lay my head on a wooden floor
Tell her I was tired from working the store
Counting all the cash from an old shoebox
Saving up to buy her something she wants
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
What if it's wrong?
What if it's wrong
To pray in vain?
What does it mean
To fake your death?
To wake up tainted?
Take a little picture in a photobooth
Keep it in a locket and I think of you
Both of our pictures, face to face
Take off your necklace and throw it away
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
Really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around
I think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the Lilly-white cavity crazes
She's got a carburetor tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's alone in the new pollution
She's got a paradise camouflage
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers
She's alone in the new pollution
That's the holiday
That's the hanukkah robot funk
(Ba-rum-pa-pum-pum uh.)
Right about now
Gonna drop some hanukkah science
Yeah, hmm, uh--this is it
I press a button make the gentleman cry
I rock a beat to make the hamburger fry
I funk this joint and check out holiday gear
The system booming strictly pioneer
Under the rear
Bringing a tear
I turn it out in a holiday mode
Safe like a seatbelt in a volvo
Keeping it real like a spray-snow tree
We'll shut it down harmoniously
Rockin' softly
808 Beats
I get this shit lit like a menorah
Funk so illegal I think I might need a lawyer
Not a firestarter but my beats get hotter
Even amount like an allowance
Footwear riot new balance
Hanukkah pimp on a check
Like a micro rock gettin' in a sweat
Neal's mackin' track
Ejaculatin' on buffet tables and record labels
Willin' and able
Bring my funk in place of each beat
Lifestyles of the slick and sleazy
Spin around and around like a dreidel
Kind of science that puts you back in the cradle
Shit, sometimes this track's so poignant
Somebody please pass me some kind of ointment
Put these rhymes together like a thief
Clear up your nose like a eucalyptus leaf
Dropping science, you don't even know what hits you
Next thing you know you're 13 and get a bar mitzvah
I get down, I get down, I get down all the way
Yeah yeah yeah yeah ooohhhhhh
I get down, I get down, I get down all the way, etc
Hanukkah pimp
I got a room down in hollywood
The rent was cheap,
The street was cool
But there was an old man
Who lived right next to me
He was so wretched
He ate up everything
The day I moved in
I got weird feelings
I played my guitar
He hit the ceiling
He ran out into the hall and he yelled
"watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"
He's on the loose
He's got the juice
Like a mad dog with no teeth
He left me notes
Said all kinds of things
"you little creepy slob,
Why don't you get a job?
Why don't you cut your hair?
Why don't you get out of here?
Why don't you move away?
Why don't you just get lost? "
He spent his days
Down in adult book stores
Bringing home all kinda weirdos
And blasting his tv back at me
So one day I get pissed
We got into a fight
I kicked him in the nuts
He yelled with all his might
"watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!
Watch out, son, I've got a taser gun!"
You son of a bitch
I think it's startin to itch
He's got the taser gun
I saw her, yea I saw her
With a black tongue tied round the roses
A fist pounding on a vending machine
Toy diamond ring stuck on her finger
With a noose she could hang from the sun
And point it out with the dark sunglasses
Walking crooked down the beach
She spits in the sand
Where their bones are bleaching
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
I saw her, yea I saw her
With her hands tied back
Her rags are burnin'
Calling out from a landfilled life
Scrawling her name up on the ceiling
Throw a coin in the fountain of dust
White noise, her ears are ringing
Got a ticket for my midnight hanging
Throw a bullet from a freight train leaving
And I know I'm gonna steal her eye
She doesn't even know it's wrong
And you know I'm gonna make her die
Take her where her soul belongs
Know I'm gonna steal her eye
Nothing that I wouldn't try
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
Hey my summer girl
Hey my sun-eyed girl
My sun-eyed girl
I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
Loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together, it's a strange invitation
When I wake up and someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
Something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
And I've been drifting along in the same stale old shoes
The loose ends tying a noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
Put it together, it's a strange invitation
And it's a strange invitation
And it's a strange invitation
It's a strange invitation
Put me in a hole in the ground
With the money and the towel
And the women, all runnin' around
Can't complain about the mess
Momma killed the only dress
Now she's longin' for the pines
Watch my troubles all unwind
Drinkin' gasoline and wine
Catch a chill off the stove
On the train they cannot feel
Lost my head beneath the wheel
Now she steals my body home
The trees are fake, the air is dead
The birds are stuffed with poison lead
And the ground is much too clean
And if it's only me who's scared
Strap 'em to electric chairs
Ring the moon like a broken bell
When she drags you from the hill
Daddy's gonna burn down the still
We can watch it from the rooftop
Lay into the fryin' pan
Now she kisses her own hand
With the fiddle on the fire
I took a leap into the fog
Sleepin' on a hollow log
Now I'm coughin' with no mouth
You can keep yourself inside
But you know you cannot lie
Momma don't take me
Down to the den
To make it by myself [? ]
It'll rip me away [? ]
Pulled by the drapes
Spank my ass [? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
The [? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
Pulled by the drapes
Split up my ass [? ]
[? ? ? ]
[? ? ? ]
[screaming]
Go with parents, say your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
That something strange happens to you
Tell your parents on your teacher
[? ? ? ]
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
Tell your parents and your teacher
When something strange happens to you
[some kind of whimpering]
Beat my bones against the wall
Staring down an empty hall
Deep down in a hollow log
Coming home like a letter bomb
Cold was the storm
That covered the night
Call a doctor, call a ghost
Put a fire into your bones
Sic a dog on all you know
Cut it loose before you go
Cold was the storm
That covered the night
What makes the soul, the soul of a man?
Beat my bones against the wall
Put a bank note on your bond
Gris Gris and a goldenrod
Down deep in a hollow log
Cold was the storm
That buried the night
I don't know since when I changed to such a cold-hearted guy
I have to warm this frozen, icy, lonely heart to thaw
I like being wrapped with warmness more than anything else for sure
I'm gonna make my coming days to be filled with laughter and joy
I let myself down that I'm more cruel than I thought I would be
I'm just a loser who ends up by caring for my soul
I don't give my heart to no one cause I don't wanna waste my time
I tried to love this loneliness to slip out of this lonesome hole
[Chorus]
Sorrow is what I hate but it's grown my sensations
Regrets taught me how to make any hard decisions
Peace is always by my side but I've never felt it once
Love is not the word only for the sweet romance
Well, I'm scared, scared, scared, scared to death
And I'm scared to keep on going on my way
Well, I'm scared, scared, scared, scared to death
And I'll tell myself I'm special till the end
Recalling my torn, broken, aching heart of these long days
And all the memories I wanted to forget for making leaps
Recalling, breaking, aching, crying, making sure to me
And I take all and grin at my future on the way
[Chorus]
I don't give my heart to no one cause I don't wanna waste my time
I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline
'Cause the wind that is blowing
Is blowing like a smoke machine
If I said to you
That I was looking for a place to get to
'Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain't getting no bigger
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
All my friends
Tell me something is getting together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I'm dressed in leather
Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sitting in the jailhouse
Trying to learn some good manners
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
Matchsticks strike
When I'm riding my bike to the depot
'Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center
If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows
When he good times have passed out cold
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writing my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evening time
Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
Don't talk to me
If you're looking for somebody to cry on
Get up, son, hit you head like a drum
Weeds are all grown in vain
Too much time, I got too much time
Living in a waste of space
Take yourself, don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it, don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same
She knows, send a message to her
She knows
She knows, get a message to her
She knows
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Don't kill it dead but don't let it die
There's a price sitting on your head
Face it down, don't turn it around
Unless you wanna be where you been
Take yourself, don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it, don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same
She knows, send a message to her
She knows
She knows, get a message to her
She knows
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
Send a message to her
I spell out her name in cigarettes
And knives tryin' to see her
Get her a massage
On a dirty window tryin' to see her
I've been stripping the days
Off the sidewalks and pavement
The walls are all white
And we're painting them whiter
For the zig zag mainline, my radio's plastic
And I've tasted the fodder of a saccharine ending
Day job pay phone, one in a trillion
And the typecast heathen with the future all rancid
Something to believe, something to believe
Something to believe, something to believe
Can't you hear those cavalry drums
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan
Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathing freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch slap you so polite
Till you thank them
For the tea and sympathy
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
But I'm not afraid to cry
Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Running buck wild like a concubine
Who's mother never held her hand
Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearing hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms
I want to defy
The logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone
At the halfway home
I'm a full grown man
By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed
What was it she said?
Gather all your worldly jewels
And scatter them like fools
Don't you make a fuss
Days so perilous
When day is done we'll ride
Who cares what we find
Another misspent night
We thought we got it right
The driver lost a wheel
The ice turned into steel
They shivered like refugees
Way down on our knees
By the dried up stream
We slit our throats and dreamed
But when the building's burned
Was it some concern?
Mother laid in bed
We don't have to worry
Life goes where it does
Faster than a bullet
From an empty gun
Turn yourself over
Loose change we could spend
Grinding down diamonds
Round, round, round the bend
Round, round, round the bend
People pushing harder
Up against themselves
Make their daggers sharper
Than their faces tell
Babe, its your time now
Loose change we could spend
Where you are going
Round, round, round the bend
[slowed down:] ummm...my throat muscles are completely shredded
You tell no one
'bout barney
Leaning on you
Dirty pictures
False faces
Bloody wallet
Ripped out your heart
Put on my clothes
No one'll want you
With a bloody bozo
With a bloody bozo
And I got no focus
Got no focus...
Oh...
Ow...
Make a perfect replica of your life
Cut the paper with exacto knife
Tape it up, tape it up
Against the howling wind
I'm so tired don't know where to begin
It's so unreal
It's all I need
This replica
I was the last to see me down on my knees
These antibodies learn to be the disease
And I learn to be what fights against me
We'll make a replica, a place we can sleep
And we could live in a hollow tree
Grow up old and bury the sea
And when this replica begins to look cheap
I'd throw it out but now it's home to me
It's so unreal
It's all I need
This replica
Build it up
Build it up
This replica
Now we build it up
Build it up
Build it up
Build it up
Well I just got put down
In the ashes of an asphalt town
Black debris, the burned out trees
Blows out over the sunken seas
Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
They don't bother me at all
I'm loose inside my skin
And all the walls are wearin' thin
Shoot out on the traffic lights
On your way to the dead of night
Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Frozen dreams, dead machines
They don't notice me at all
[harmonica solo]
Troubles find their own
You're better off alone
Nobody knows the coupon clones
The stowaway's in the captians clothes
Somewhere far along
Singing a regular song
Dead machines, frozen dreams
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is callin' to me
I can pull myself back up, back down
Stuck together like a readymade
And nobody knows where we been
Cancelled rations are runnin' thin
Watches tick out of tune
Falling apart like a readymade
My bags are waiting in the next life
Rubbish piles fresh and plain
Empty boxes in a pawn shop brain
License plates stowaway
Standing in line like a readymade
And my bags are waiting in the next life
An open road where I can breathe
Where the lowest low is calling to me
I can pull myself back up, back down
Stuck together like a readymade
Here we go, 1 2 3 4
There's nothing left to hide
You can see it in my eyes
Oh I've tried to be who I thought you wanted
And if it's all a lie
The truth's not far behind
We could try to live right for the moment
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
If only I had known
It's less than what I felt
Why should I have nothing to fear from?
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Ramona
Big pain
Burnin' down
Givin' me a cow
What you seem to be saying
Is you're patiently waiting
Like an ashtray for the butt
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't wanna be funny
Fat chance
Glued to the wall
Like a centerfold
Of an old cannonball
Will you put me inside
Your tv tonight
'cause you're treatin' me like a rerun
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin' it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't wanna be funny
No no no no
So what
I lost my job at the hut
My ass got cut
But I'll be better at kissin'
When my teeth are all missin'
And the silverware's burnt
And I'm eatin' with my fingers
And I'm puttin' it down
And you're not pickin' it up
Well I'm puttin it down
But you treat me like a clown
And I don't want to be funny
Smashed stars
And old fruit jars
The candy ass guards with their fingers all charred
Under the cover
The protein summer
Givin' a number
In a weighed out sun
Got an infection
Ready for inspection
The guts that glow
Armor and shield
Blaze through the fields
Mighty directions
With the devils peel
Sanitized
Rippin' the surf
Right down to the foul earth
They bathe to the cabins
Lightin' their way
Through the curious pathoms
Suckin' your breath
Down your legs
Wishin' for a worlds
With fresh cigarettes
But now they bathe
A tiresome grave
? ? ? frequency
In a cast iron cage you couldn't help but stare like a creature
With the laws of a brothel and the fireproof bones of a preacher
And your lingo coined from the sacrament of a casino
On a government loan with a guillotine in your libido
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
These profanity prayers
Well you know how it looks when you pull all your books from the table
And you stare into space trying to discern what to say now
And you wait at the light and watch for a sign that you're breathing
Cos you can't just live on air and float to the ceiling
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
Profanity prayers
Who's gonna answer
The countryside is overgrown
There's a lighthouse in her soul
Wrestling with butcher girls
She don't ever change her clothes
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones a hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase
Cherry gardens feel like ice
Hazard lights from her past
Underneath the broken bridge
Hookers hug illegal dads
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones a hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase
Masterpieces liquidate in fertile tears
I could sleep inside her bones a hundred years
Lizards in the pressure zone
Mother knows it's only a phase
Walk to the bridge, stand like a fridge
Empty and cold, burnin' a light bulb
Outside (? ? ? )
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy
Aw yeah...people gettin' so busy...aw yeah yeah
The man gave me a ticket
When I tried to kick it
Breathin' on my biscuit
Kissin' my finger
Car alarm is goin'
Saxophone is blowin'
Baby I been throwin' (? )
At the dancin' children
Everything's so phony
If you wanna phone me
You can be my homey
Give me some sympathy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People getttin' busy
Right now
Get down
Right now
People gettin' busy
Don't tell your right hand, baby
What your left hand do
You know those road check girls
Will make your brown breath blue
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Such a dangerous dream
Peaches and cream, peaches and cream
You look good in that sweater
And that aluminum crutch
I'm gonna let you down easy
I've got a delicate touch
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Come on girl it's a dream, ooh ahh
Peaches and cream, peaches and cream
You're a torn out page
From a best selling book
Your home girl's on the line
But your daddy's off the hook
Where do we go now?
Give those pious soldiers
Another lollipop
'Cause we're on the good ship
Maintenant j'ai toi
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
You're such a delicate thing
Ooh, ooh, ah, peaches and cream
You're the only dream I'm gonna need tonight
Peaches and cream
You're the only dream I'm gonna need tonight
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Keep your lamplights in the burning
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
Come on girl it's a dream
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
You make a garbage man scream
You're such a delicate thing
Ooh, ooh, ooh, peaches and cream
Think I'm stranded but I don't know where
I got this diamond that don't know how to shine
In the sun where these dark winds wail
And these children leave their rulers behind
As we cross ten leagues from a Rubicon
With matchsticks for my bones
If we could learn how to freeze ourselves alive
We could learn to leave these burdens to burn
Cast out these creatures of woe
Who shattered themselves
Fighting a fire with your bare hands
Now my journey takes me further south
I want to hear what the blind men sing
With their fossils and their gypsy bones
I'll stand beside myself so I'm not alone
And how can I new again
What rusts every time it rains?
And the rain it comes and floods our lungs
We're just orphans in a tidal wave's wake
If I wake up and see my maker coming
With all of his crimson and his iron desire
We'll drag the streets with the baggage of longing
To be loved or destroyed
One of these days
I hope it's soon
I'll see you smiling
The way you do
Walkin' on splinters
Somewhere unknown
It's getting better
That much I know
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna love you all my life
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna let the world blow by
Cardboard faces
With nowhere to look
One in a million
That's how long it took
Up on the bridge
Nowhere to go
Empty and cold
Burnin' a light bulb
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna love you all my life
One of these days
One of these days
I'm gonna let the world blow by
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
One of these days
There is no one, nothin' to see
The night is useless and so are we
'Cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is fallin' apart at the seams
And I've been lookin' for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few
There's no whiskey, there's no wine
Just the concrete and a worried mind
'Cause everybody knows death creeps in slow
'Til you feel safe in his arms
And I've been lookin' for a new friend
And I don't care if he's decrepit and gray
La la la la la
La la la
La la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la
Oh, Maria, haven't you known?
Days so careless, all on your own
'Cause everybody knows, the circus is closed
And the animals have gone wild
And I've been lookin' for my shadow
But this place is so bright and so clean
There was no one, nothin' to see
The night is useless and so are we
'Cause everybody knows
The fabric of folly is fallin' apart at the seams
And I've been lookin' for a good time
But the pleasures are seldom and few, ooh
La la la la la la
Treated you like a rusty blade
A throwaway from an open grave
Cut you loose from a chain gang
And let you go
And on the day you said it's true
Some love holds, some gets used
Tried to tell you I never knew
It could be so sweet
Who could ever be so cruel?
Blame the Devil for the things you do
It's such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
When the moon is a counterfeit
Better find the one that fits
Better find the one that lights
The way for you
When the road is full of nails
Garbage pails and darkened jails
And their tongues are full of heartless tales
That drain on you
Who would ever notice you
You fade into a shaded room
It's such a selfish way to lose
The way you lose these wasted blues
These wasted blues
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
Nobody's fault but my own
Tell me that it's nobody's fault
She took me off my guard,
with disappointment.
I got sucked in side
of her apartment.
She's got dried up flowers,
and flaky skin,
a beaded necklace,
and a bottle of gin.
She's a nightmare hippy girl,
with her skinny fingers fondling my world.
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty,
self-conscious and a little bit...
groovy.
It's new-aged let down,
in my face.
She's so spaced out,
that there ain't no space.
She got marijuana
on the bathroom tile.
I'm caught in a vortex,
she's changing my style.
She's a nightmare hippy girl,
with her skinny fingers fondlin' my world.
She's a whimsical, tragical beauty,
uptight and a little bit...
snooty.
She's a magical, sparklin' tease.
She's a rainbow chokin' the breeze.
Yo, she's busting out onto the scene,
with nightmare bogus poetry.
She's a melted avocado on the self.
She's a science of herself.
She's spasing out on a cosmic level,
and she's meditating with the devil.
She's cooking salad for breakfast.
She's got tofu the size of Texas.
She's a witness to her own glory.
She's a never ending story.
She's a frolicking depression.
She's a self inflected obsession.
She's got a thousand lonely husbands.
She's playin' footsy in another dimension.
She's a goddess for milkin' the time,
These toys are all lifeless
The armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow
Is the ghost of a bomb
Skyscraper standing
In a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight
Is searching for no-one
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
The sky creatures dance
In a parking lot wind
That blows from a tundra
Where the jungle begins
If there's hope in a roadblock
Guns in a church
The lord will take his motorcade
And drive us into the dirt
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
There's a skyscraper on the moon
And a man standing on a window
Forty-second floor
There's a light beaming through the galaxy
Telling me everything's gonna be OK
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
I'm mixing business with leather
Christmas with heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the B boys scream
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
(Turn it up now)
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
Word up to the man thing
She's always cold lamping
Visine at the canteen
I just wanna watch you dance
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
(Turn it up now)
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
Do you wanna ride on the Baltic sea?
I'll be your mistress C.O.D
I'll comb your hair re-write your diary
Pour champagne on a honeybee
(She can really do me)
(She can really do me)
(She can look right through me)
(And make all the big boys scream)
All right
(Do you wanna [Incomprehensible]?)
All right
(There's a [Incomprehensible] in the ladies room)
All right
(All the peoples that make it)
All right
(And the [Incomprehensible])
I'm mixing fitness with leather
Homework with heather
Freaks flock together
And make all the lesbians scream
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
(Turn it up now)
All right
(All right)
Turn it up now
Do you wanna ride on the Baltic sea?
I'll be your mistress C.O.D
I'll comb your hair re-write your diary
Pour champagne on a honeybee
(She can really do me)
(She can really do me)
(She can look right through me)
(And make all the big boys scream)
(All right)
(All right)
(All right)
I prayed heaven today
Would bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I owned
Down a dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther
Something always takes the place
Of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
The sun burned a hole in my roof
I can't seem to fix it
I hope the rain doesn't come
And wash me down the gutter
She rides in a car like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind aim a line
Straight at mine to a heart that was broke
Tried to feel but got choked in the smoke of a desert
A beach with no treasure
A night that's so blue
Feed the aching in you and the background
Birds take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night
Current turns on a lifeboat floating
Down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to put away in a box
Something always takes the place of
Missing pieces you can take and put
Together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing always
A sight of perfect silence
An empty corner
A page without a word
A letter being written on a torso
Of marble and thin vapor
Oh love love
Is this the open window
A sight of perfect silence
An empty corner
A page without a word
A letter being written on a torso
Of marble and thin vapor
Oh love love
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you throught that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
I'll put it together: It's a strange invitation
When I wake up someone will sweep up my lazy bones
And we will rise in the cool of the evening
I remember the way that you smiled
When the gravity shackles were wild
And something is vacant when I think it's all beginning
I been drifting along in the same stale shoes
Loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind
If you thought that you were making your way
To where the puzzles and pagans lay
Come gather round me people, here's a story you never heard
'bout me and my friends and some things that occured
We thought we'd get some money, we thought that we might go
Spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico
I was workin at mcdonalds, doin' the latenight run
When a car pulled up the drive thru and pointed out a gun
Said give us all your money and three big macs to go
I stuffed them all in a bag and I ducked down below
Well the boss got angry when he found out I didn't call the police
I guess I was kinda nervous, there was a warrant out on me
Concernin' some jaywalkin tickets I couldn't afford to pay
Needless to say I got the axe that same day
Well me bein' outta work just then I didn't wanna go home
My mom said if I lost this job I'd have to go out on my own
So I went over to dave's house and got really stoned
Called up some girls but none o' them were home
Steve came over and he brought some alcohol
We're all gettin really depressed just starin' at the wall
Thought we'd get some money, we thought that we might go
Spend a weekend pleasant down in mexico
Steve's dad had a huntin' rifle and we went and picked it up
And we stopped into the 7-11 to try our luck
We raised up that huntin' rifle but the counter guy just laughed
As he pulled out an uzi we turned and hauled ass
We were runnin so fast 'til we came to the mcdonalds where I used to work
We walked up to the drive thru and gave my boss a jerk
Said give us all your money and three big macs to go
And suck on this you weasel we're goin to mexico
Down south we all got really wasted, dave got a case of the runs
We're all really hungover and gettin low on funds
Dave and steve called their parents and took the bus back home
In the time of chimpanzees, I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I?m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin? with a loser and the cruise control
Baby?s in Reno with the Vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in sayin? I?m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don?t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin? all your food stamps and burnin? down the trailer park
Yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser, baby, so why don?t you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser baby, so why don?t you kill me?
Forces of evil on a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
?Cuz one?s got a weasel and the other?s got a flag
One?s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and it?s hangin? from a pigeon wing
You can?t write if you can?t relate
Trade the cash for the beef, for the body, for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin? on a termite
That?s chokin? on the splinters
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser baby, so why don?t you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser baby, so why don?t you kill me?
(Drive-by body-pierce)
Yo, bring it on down
(Soy)
[Incomprehensible]
I?m a driver, I?m a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser baby, so why don?t you kill me?
(I can?t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser baby, so why don?t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser baby, so why don?t you kill me?
(Schprechen sie deutches, baby)
Soy un perdedor
I?m a loser, baby, so why don?t you kill me?
When the fat man shaving
In the Pullman washroom
Grunts, "What's this?"
Leave me on the moon
I must be coming back too soon
Pieces of pieces laying upon
Somebody's walking on my hands
Leave me on the moon
Everybody knows it's true
Everything is good as long it's stays still
Coins jingle in my brain
You've been watching me through your jewelry
Sending rings around my hands
Now that I'm near you, I slowly disappear you
Your fingernails are much too long
Leave me on the moon
You can stay there too
Seems like everybody's just floating away
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
Don't know what to do
Don't know what to do
I don't know what to do
I'm tired of moanin'
Tired of weepin'
Tired of moanin' for you
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I'm so tired
I am tired
I am tired
I am tired
Tired of weepin'
Tired of moanin'
Tired of moanin'
Tired of moanin' for you
I'm so glad
I am glad
I am glad
I am glad
I'm tired of moanin'
Tired of moanin'
Lazy flies all hovering above
The magistrate, he puts on his gloves
And he looks to the clouds, all pink and disheveled
There must be some blueprints
Some creed of the Devil inscribed in our minds
A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be there?
To sweep the debris, to harness dead-horses
To ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust
Out in the mangroves, the mynah birds cry
In the shadows of sulfur, the trawlers drift by
They're chewing dried meat
A house of disrepute, the dust of opiates
And syphilis patients on brochure vacations
Fear has a glare that traps you like searchlights
The puritans stare their souls are fluorescent
The skin of a robot vibrates with pleasure
Matrons and gigolos carouse in the parlor
Their hand-grenade eyes, invalid and blind
A hideous game vanishes in thin air
The vanity of slaves, who wants to be there?
To sweep the debris, to harness dead horses
To ride in the sun, a life of confessions
Written in the dust
La la la
La la la
La la la
(spoken: this is sort of a...a...i got these chords from bob seger...it's kind
Of a heartland feeling...sort of approving...)
When all is said and done
Wanna clip my toenails down, down, down, down, down
And put 'em in clear plastic ziplock bags
And take them down
Down to the town
In a monte carlo
With stevie nicks
The interior, white leather
And you're the last thing on my list
But you're the first thing I'm gonna remember
When I wake up
It's all gonna come to be
The same bad video for twenty years
It's all gonna come to be
Optimistic xerox of yourself
It's easier when you're self-made
You can pack it up and put it on the highway
You can fill up the air with bad breath
'cause it's already polluted and reconstituted
And filtered back into the system
And packaged up
And the space age is running out of distance
It can leap out
And disconnect all the connections
Program the appliances to puke on the floor
It's all gonna come to be
Self-indulgent
Yeah, it's all gonna come to be
The same old noise you never wanted to see
Mexican speed-metals, things
Casserole fruit salad hairgel
Self-inflicted life-affirming hell
Is that slack?
Is that crack?
Are those dogs or are those dogmas?
Are those clogs or platform shoes
On your feet
Take your johnny cashmachine
And your talk about fashions that come crashin' in late at night
Like a plane crash
Survivors comin', pickin' out the fiberglass and styrofoam
And the love that is breathin'
Is the love that is spraypainting
Vandalizing everything you own
'cause it's all gonna come to be
The same bad scene for 20 years
Yeah, it's all gonna come to be
Optimistic xerox of yourself
Predictions of debilitating health
Whining all night long
Whining and dining
Climbing into the rafters
Shredding your afro
Taking karate lessons
Fly like the eagle
Fly like the eagle
Fly...
Squeegee
Ah, you got it
When we get down to the shrink-wrap on my grave
You know the nitty-gritty never looked so safe
You get whipflash under the bridge
Like a cold-ass lover with the buckskin
Get the squeegee and it's easy to be me
Clean my boots and I'm still feelin' homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And I'm tryin' not to look at satan making love to a dishrag
So load up the gimmick wagon, get out of town
Do me a favor -- don't stick around
'cause my kneecaps are turnin' slightly brown
Let's be doin' it right
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Steppin' in the beefsteak
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the mayonnaise comes
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Black twinkie
Gettin' all caught up in a taste test
An' it all basically tastes like crap
I can shake my own hand, give myself a grin
I can pick my own nose and put it back in
I can squeeze the breeze, drink a bottle of lice
Smoke a pack of whiskey with jesus christ
I got options, I got cop shows, I get nauseous
And the sweat is day-glo
Went to sleep, woke up in a coffin
Took out my eyeballs an' put 'em in a condom
Your daddy's got laxatives on his brain
Gettin' sappy in the back of a train
Mojo weedwhacker cuttin' yer space
Hot dogs rottin' in the bottom of a suitcase
And your mouth, it smells like hair gel
I love you but you don't know how to spell
Where can you duck when they shoot you full of pigeon holes
And there ain't nothin' like the real artificial
O.g. -- original glue-sniffer
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
And the people don't breathe
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
As you're biting my sandwich
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
Smear me sauce [? ]
Comin' down in a cold ass fashion
[? ? ? ] donut [? ]
Uh, wait...
Talkin' about a cold ass fashion [x16]
[the following four lines are spoken at various times over the
Above:]
Cold ass fashion, cold ass fashion, squeegee, I just took some acid (? )
[backwards:] [? ? ? ] up your ass
[backwards:] [? ? ? ] hot dog
It's like forty pounds of avocado sauce
Smeared across your boss
You know what I'm sayin'?
You dunno when it's comin'
You know, it's like forty-five horses
Runnin' through the graveyard
In yellow panties
I just started to see the light of day
Some people say one thing but act the other way
Sooner or later they give themselves away
And I just started to see the light of day
I just started hating some people today
Talking trash behind your back all day
Saying things that a garbage man would not say
And I just started hating some people today.
I just started wanting to kill someone
And I don't need a nunchuck or a gun
Cause one look at my eye and you will run
And I just wanted, wanted to kill someone.
[Break]
I just started wanting to see you dead,
At least one half of the double life you lead.
And I may be joking, you'll be choking instead
And I just started wanting to see you dead.
And I just started wanting to punch your face,
You might wanna wear a helmet just in case
What was once your face is gonna be replaced,
And I just started wanting to punch your face.
[Break]
I just started hating some people today
Rick and Thor and Randy better run away (Randy)
Some others I don't even think I have to name
Cause I just started seeing the light of day.
Hey, hey
I hate you Randy
I just want today!
I just want today!
I hate you Randy
Oh yeah I'm gonna kill you
Oh yeah I'm gonna kill you Randy
Skiddly diddly wow
I'm gonna watch you die
It takes A backwash man to sing a backwash song
like a frying pan when the fire's gone
Driving my pig while the bear's taking pictures in the grass
In my radio smashed
And I like pianos in the evening sun
Dragging my heels 'til my day is done
Saturday night in the Catain's clothes
Tin horns blowing with my jury 'phros
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
I can't believe my way back when
My Cadillac pants going much too fast
Karaoke weekend at the suicide shack
Community service and I'm still for mack
Shocked my finger spicing my hand
I've been spreading disease all across the land
Beautiful air-conditioned sitting in the kitchen
Wishing I was living like a hitman
Face down in the guarantees
Jaundiced marshalls getting busy with ease
Because I get down, I get down
I get down all the way
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
Sawdust songs of the plaid bartenders
Western unions and the country westerns
Silver foxes looking for romance
In the chain smoke Kansas flashdance ass pants
And you got the hotwax residues
You never lose in your razorblade shoes
Stealing pesos out of my brain
Hazard signs down the Alamo lanes
Radar systems using lost souls
You never get caught with the wax so rotten
All my days I got the grizzly worms
Hijack flavors that are flipping like birds
Yo soy un disco quebrado
Yo tengo chicle en cerebro
girl:\"who are you?\"
man:\"I'm the enchanting wizard of rhythm.\"
girl:\"why did you come here?\"
man:\"I came here to tell you about the rhythms of the universe...\"
Chorus translation:\" I'm a broken record; I've got bubblegum in my
They know it's ??
This ?? blindfold
When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
Where the birds of prey are weapons on fire
She's ridin' a landslide down to me
Gettin' the desert under me
Shakin' the dead birds from the trees
Singing the only air we breathe
?? promise in the plate glass summer
Don't call it death ?? plan
She's ridin' a landslide down to me
Sing the shackles off of me
Shakin' the dead birds from the trees
?? the blood that I have ??
Comin' to see herself again
Comin' to sing her song again
Comin' to watch it all
Comin' to see herself again
Comin' to see herself again
High 5, High 5! High 5, High 5! [rappers]: \" C'mon on! 8! Everybody!
C'mon! 7! C'mon, now! 6! 5!
Aw, yeah, I like that shit.\" When I rock it's like a high 5 Want a slap
in the face I love the taste All my
days with my wheelchair ways Watch me die in my suicide high I don't
mean it 'cause I only come on
to you When I step to the room with a powerful motion Leopard skin let
the records spin 'Round and
round with the speed of sound High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the
plastic like a man from the
Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a
man from the Catskills! Rocky
mountain low we gotta go Put that gadget in the random mode Cripple
candy rocking the candy
Rhumba, brickshot, doing the foxtrot In my car sweating like a dog Beers
and chairs no fronteirs On my
way from the 'Frisco Bay Dixieland, soda-pop man High 5! More dead than
alive! Rocking the plastic
like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking
the plastic like a man from the
Catskills! [spoken]:Yeah, put that machine in random mode Talking about
popping jugger Like the last
century [Mike D]: \"Turn that shit off, man! What's wrong with you? Man,
get the other record! Damn!\"
High 5! More dead than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the
Catskills! High 5! More dead
than alive! Rocking the plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5!
More dead than alive! Rocking the
plastic like a man from the Catskills! High 5! More dead than alive!
Rocking the plastic like a man from
the Catskills! [Mike D]: \"Ok, now. Do like designer jeans. Everybody,
designer jeans! say, say, say,
say, say: Ooh, la la, sasoon! C'mon, c'mon, c'mon! Everybody! One more
time, let me hear you say:
Ooh, la la, sasoon! Just do it everybody, c'mon! Now I want the
ladies. All the ladies, say: Sergio
Valente! Sing it, girl.
Let me hear you say: Sergio Valente!
Dead man with no eyes
Won't you look at me tonight
Tell me will I look good
With my pants on so tight
Watch me die, watch me die
Dead man with no heart
Won't you love me still
Put me in your helicopter
And gimme some weight-loss pills
Watch me die, teach me how to cry
Dead man with no stomach
Won't you eat up all my food
Spit it in my face
''cause it don't taste so good
Watch me die, let me ride
Dead man with no feet
Won't you run to the liquor store
We're running out of caskets
Won't you run and get some more
Watch me die
Dead man, I ain't got no credit
Won't you put me in a cash machine
Swim around with the dollar bills
Look out, I'm turning green
Looking for my place
On assembly lines
Fake prizes
Risin out of the bombholes
Skeleton boys hyped up on purple
Smoke rings blow from across the disco
Bank notes burn like broken equipment
Lookin for shelter readjust your position
Thought control ghost written confessions
Two dimensions dumb your head down
Duck don't look now company missiles
Power is raunchy rent-a-cops are watching
Makin their dreams out of paper mache
Cliche wasted hate taste tested
Hell yes I'm movin this way I'm doin this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin it on
I'm workin my legs hell yes
I'm callin you out I'm switchin my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin the floor my beat is correct
Stretched to the limit attention spans
Snap back retract collapse into laugh tracks
Noise response applause and hand claps
Floodgates open to the sound of the rainbow
Breaking points on the verge of pointless
Fools anointed to the followers fanfare
Look for the common not superficial
Code red cola war conformity crisis
Perfunctory idols rewriting their bibles
With magic markers running out of their ink
Lives in white out
Turn the lights out
Fax machine anthems get your damn hands up
Hell yes I'm movin this way I'm doin this thing
(please enjoy)
Hell yes I'm turnin it on I'm workin my legs
Hell yes I'm callin you out I'm switchin my plates
(please enjoy)
Hell yes
I'm cleanin the floor
I prayed Heaven today
Bring its hammer down on me
And pound you out of my head
I can't think with you in it
I dragged all that I owned
Down the dirt road to find you
My shoes worn out and used
They can't take me much farther
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
She rides in a car, like a queen on a card
And the guns of her mind, aim a line straight at mine
To a heart that was broke, tried to feel but got choked
In the smoke of a desert, a beach with no treasure
A night that's so blue, feed the aching in you
And the background birds, take a flight from the earth
Where the bonfire burns and the night current turns
On a lifeboat floating, down a river of sleep
I can't see her hollow eyes
I'm walkin' along with my boots full of rocks
I can't believe these tears were mine
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
I'll give them to you to keep away in a box
Something always takes the place of missing pieces
You can take and put together even though
You know there's something missing
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Always someone missing something
Something always missing
Long ago things to be
Ive got a garden hose and a color tv
I've got time on my hands
I've got time on my hands
Nobody cares what I do
Long ago things to do
I've got a burnt orange peel and a potato stew
I've got work to get done
I've got work to get done
Nobody knows where to run
I've got a quart of milk and some sound advice
I've got trees to drink
But they smell so nice
Don't give me the flu
Nobody knows I'm with you
Back and forth I dodge a fly
Like a feather in the sky
Write me out a check
Give me all your cash
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