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Alcohol / High On The Hog
Anorexorcist
Baba O' Riley
Bad Moon Rising
Bambi Slaughter / Bambi Kill
Beans
Blandest
Clean Up Before She Comes
Come On Death
Curmudgeon
Dazed and Confused
Do You Love Me?
Down In The Dark
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves
Help Me, I'm Hungry
Heartbreaker
Here She Comes Now
I Feel Fine
If You Must / Happy Hour / The Extreme
Immigrant song
Immodium
I Hate Myself And Want to Die
In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse
I Wanna Be Your Dog
Junkyard / Token Eastern Song
Love Gun
Marigold
The Money Will Roll Right In
Moist Vagina
My Sharona
No Quarter
Oh, The Guilt
Old Age
Opinion
Pay To Play
Pen Cap Chew
Raunchola
Return of the Rat
Rio
Run, Rabbit, Run
Sappy
Spank Thru
Spectre / Misery Love Company
Talk To Me
The End
The Priest They Called Him
Yes, She Is My Skinhead
You Know You're Right
Alcohol
/ High On The Hog
My baby
taught me how to be
My baby taught me how to fight
My baby taught me how to die
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
My baby
taught me how to smoke
My baby taught me how to breathe
My baby taught me how to hide
My baby taught me how to leave
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
My baby
taught me how to choke
My baby taught me how to eat
My baby taught me how to fuck
My baby taught me how to be
Alcohol, alcohol, alcohol, alcohol!
Anorexorcist
You need
a path to cross
Into a place where everyone you see
Has had a time to try to play!
If you go
get shot
When you'll be what you name
Protector of your gun
Everyone plays with your gun
Way, way,
way, way
Everyone
wants to try to gun you gun you down in pain
Want to see you try to play
I want to describe you
Put your name as a national woman
I don't like your coffee
I want to have your friendship
As a jock, and to the top
Way
Baba O' Riley
Out here
in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
Don't cry
Don't raise your eye
It's only teenage wasteland
Sally ,take
my hand
Travel south crossland
Put out the fire
Don't look past my shoulder
The exodus is here
The happy ones are near
Let's get together
Before we get much older
Teenage
wasteland
It's only teenage wasteland
Teenage wasteland
Oh, oh
Teenage wasteland
They're all wasted!
Bad Moon Rising
I see a
bad moon rising
I see trouble on the way
I see earthquakes and lightnin'
I see bad times today
Don't go
'round tonight
It's bound to take your life
There's a bad moon on the rise
I hear hurricanes
a blowin'
I know the end is commin' soon
I fear rivers over flowing
I hear the voice of rage and ruin
Hope you
got your things together
Hope you are quite prepared to die
Looks like we'er in for nasty weather
One eye is taken for an eye
Bambi Slaughter / Bambi Kill
Hey, the
love of two
A desire, is whats for you
is it real? A lulliby?
Face to face, with an unamed mouth
Hey! Hey! Heyyyy! Hey! hey! Heyyyy!
Feel the spirit form, in his eyes was loving for
And his lion's were raging high, hunts himself & fears his
ripe
Hey!
Beans
Beans,
beans, beans
Jessie had some beans
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans
Naked, naked,
naked
Sitting cross-legged
Naked, naked, naked
And he was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some beans
Wine, wine,
wine
Jessie had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some wine
Beans, beans,
beans
Daddy ate some beans
And he drank some wine
And he was happy, happy, happy
As he drank some beans
Blandest
You're
my favorite
Of my saviours
You're my favorite
Oh no
Yes you're
my favorite
Of my favors
You're my razor
Oh no
Hey!
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
Calm
Clean Up Before She Comes
Clean up
before she comes
Living in a dusty town
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
I must be
getting old
I must be getting older
I'm starting to eat my vegetables
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Clean up
the dusty town
Living in a dusty town
Clean up before she comes
Living in a dusty town
I must be
getting old
I must be getting old
I'm starting
to eat my vegetables
Come On Death
Surly
I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on deaaaath
ohaaaaaahhhh, ohaaaaaaaahahah, ohaaaaaaoooohoh
Surly, and
I am so surly, and I am so surly
And come on life in, and come on...
Noooooooooooo
Surly, and
I am so surly, and I am so surly
And I am so surly, oooooaaaaaahhhh
Deaaaaaaaath,
deaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaath, deaaaaaaaaaaath
Come on death, come on death, come on death, come on death
Surly, surly, surly, surly
I'm does
finishing to hell
And I'm does, and I'm does hell, hell, heeelllllllll
Come on
death ohaaaaaaaahh
Come on death deaaaaaaaaaaath
Curmudgeon
I can't
hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Until I'm home
It's the
season
I'm all reason
I have seen
All I have grown
Sheared
at the seams
Cheat on me
And not seen
At the seams
I'm a lender
I'm a planter
I put something
In the garden
In the handle
On the mantle
I met Santa
I met God
I'm a lady
Can you save me?
It's the sulfur
I have grown
'Tis the
season
I'm all reason
I have fleas
So run on home
Dazed and Confused
Been dazed
and confused for so long
It's not true,
Wanted a woman never bargained for you.
Lots of people talk and few of them know,
Soul of a woman was created below.
You hurt
and abused telling all of your lies,
Run arounds sweet baby lord how they hypnotize.
Sweet little baby I don't know where you've been,
Gonna love you baby here I come again
Every day
I work so hard bringing home my hard earned pay
Try to love you baby but you push me away.
Don't know where you're going only know just where you've been,
Sweet little baby I want you again.
Been dazed
and confused for so long it's not true,
Wanted a woman never bargained for you.
Take it easy baby let them say what they will.
Won't hurt so much when I send you the bill
Do You Love Me?
You really
like my limousine
You like the way the wheels roll
You like my seven inch leather heels
And goin' to all of the shows
But
Do you love me?
Really love me?
Do you love me?
You like
the credit cards and private planes
Money can really take you far
You like the hotels and fancy clothes
And the sound of electric guitars
You really
like rock 'n' roll
All of the fame and the masquerade
You like the concerts and studios
And all the moeny honey that I make
Your backstage
pass and black sunglasses
Make you look just like a queen
Even the fans they know your face
From all of the magazines
Down In The Dark
Baby you're
going Down In The Dark
Show my lonely night is fallen and I don't have very long
Think I might of broke my boil
Within my face might burn
You're gonna make it better for a little while
Baby you're
gonna die someday
See you in your crowded wasted , then you start to fade
That when we start singing faster
I wouldn't wait so long
Won't get any easier in the Dark
Oh, yeah,
yeah, yeahh
You Will
Gypsies, Tramps and Thieves
I was born
in the wagon of a travelling show
My momma used to dance for the money they'd throw
Poppa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Gypsies
tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Picked up
a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen he was twenty one
Rode with us to Memphis
And poppa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done
Gypsies
tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
Yip!
Yahoo!
She was
born in the wagon of a travelling show
Her momma had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel
Sell a couple bottles of doctor good
Gypsies
tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us
Gypsies tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down
blahblahblahblah....
fuck it
fuck it all
Help Me, I'm Hungry
Hold me,
there's too much tension
Grade me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking cornered
Grade me, you might be right
Lightning
fucking around in my head
Fierce, dangerous, pathetic, fucked up
People freaking every day
White lights inside
What do you want
Cold naked
man, picked off his scabs and
Fed them to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him it might be fun
Lightning
fucking around in my head
Hold me,
something's happening
Help me, somebody help me
Hold me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm right here, who are you?
Naked man
you say you saw
Fed them, to the pigeons
Help him, he's fucking cornered
Grade him, it might be fun
Lightning
fucking around in my head
Help me,
I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help
Heartbreaker
Hey fellas
have you heard the news?
You know that Annie's back in town
It won't take long just watch and see,
All the fellas lay their money down
Her style is new but the face is the same,
As it was so long ago
But from her eyes a different smile,
Like that of one who knows
Well it's
been ten years and maybe more,
Since I first set eyes on you
The best years of my life gone by,
Here I am alone and blue.
Some people cry and some people die,
By the wicked ways of love
But I'll just keep on rolling along
With no grace from the Lord above
People talking
all around,
About the way you left me flat
I don't care what the people say,
I know where their jive is at
One thing I do have on my mind,
If you can clarify please do,
It's the way you call me by another guy's name,
When I try to make love to you
Work so
hard I couldn't unwind,
Get some money saved
Abuse my love a thousand times,
However hard I tried.
Heartbreaker your time has come,
Can't take your evil way
Go away heartbreaker
Here She Comes Now
Aah, if
she ever comes now now
Aah, she
looks so good,
aah, she's made out of wood, just look and see
I Feel Fine
Baby's
good to me you know
She's happy as can be, you know
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
Baby says she's mine, you know
she tells me all the time, you now
She said so
I'm in love
with her and I feel fine
I'm so glad that she's my little girls
She's so glad she's telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys her diamond rings, you know
She said so
She's in love with me and I feel fine, mm
Baby says she's mine, you know
She tells
me all the time, you now
She said so
I'm in love with her and I feel fine
I'm so glad that she's my little girls
She's so glad she's telling all the world
That her baby buys her things you know
He buys
her diamond rings, you know
She said so
She's in love with me and I feel fine
She's in love with me and I feel fine, hmm
If You Must / Happy Hour / The Extreme
I can read,
I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, crease unfold
Is it me, or my ego
Write some words, make them rhyme
Pieces for, story line
Set the mood, something new
Is it me, or my attitude
If you want,
to belong
And you miss, the extremes
The extremes, acted out
Practicing
Perfecting
Pressuring
Unto to me
I will wade,
in the fire
To explain, your asylum
Idle times, analyzing
We'll compare, all our sightings, come on
I speak,
to hear, my voice
Immigrant song
We come
from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
The hammer of the gods,
Will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde singing and crying:
"Valhalla I am coming!"
On we sweep,
With thrashing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore.
We come
from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow
Sultry fields of green,
Whispered tales of lore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war,
We are your overlords
On we sweep,
With thrashing oar
Our only goal will be the western shore
So now you'd
better stop and rebuild all your ruins,
For peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing
Immodium
I don't
care, I don't care, I care,
I care, I care, I care if I'm old
I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind,
I mind, I mind, a mind of my own
Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, yeah
If you have,
even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could have a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said
I'm away,
I'm away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, a mind of
my own
Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, yeah
Even if
you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said
Even if
you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said, she said, she said, she said
I Hate Myself And Want to Die
Runny nose
and runny yolk
Even if you have a cold still
You can cough on me again
I still havent had my fulfill
In the someday
what's that sound?
Broken heart
and broken bones
Think of how a castrated horse feels
One more quirky cliche'd phrase
You're the one I wanna refill
In the someday
what's that sound?
Most people
don't realize
That two large pieces of coral,
Painted brown, and attached to his skull
With common wood screws can make a child look like a deer
In His Room / In His Hands / Verse Chorus Verse
Driven
conversations, even I can read
Wouldn't want to fake it, and I'm tired of this dream
Taking medications, in the back of the room
Driven conversations, he died in June.
See the
stab wounds in his hands
See him dying in his room
He's dying in his room
He's dying in his room
Heading for me, heading this way
He is coming, I don't care
Wouldn't
want to fake it, well I don't mind
Giving conversations to a friend of mine
Giving medications, in a lighted room
Wouldn't want to fake it, I know I should
See the
stab wounds in his hands
You killed him, I don't care
Keep a promise, you would too
Keep a promise, even you
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not
gonna make it, well I don't mind
Wouldn't want to fake it, but I have this time
Giving conversations, to whom they don't know
Taking medications till my stomach's full.
See a famine
in his head
See him coming at their heels
He loves you, give him a chance
I don't love him, I don't care
See him starving, give her hell
It is over, we don't care In His Room
I Wanna Be Your Dog
Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
Oooooooooooo
I wanna
be your dog
Oh, come
on hmm
Now I wanna
smoke marijiuna
Now I wanna smoke marijiuna
Now I wanna smoke marijiuna
Fake club
soda extra free
Just got to pour keep up for me
Fake club soda extra free
just got to pour keep up for me
Junkyard / Token Eastern Song
I'm long
gone from vertical,
Somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the american dream,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide it's not for you
I'm long
gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide there's nothing there
Born in
a junkyard
I'm long
gone but I'll let you through,
You may decide that it's not good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me
I'm long gone but I'll let you lose,
You may decide it's something new
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave,
You may decide on stopping me
Born in
a junkyard
Gone!
Love Gun
I really
love you baby
I love what you've got
Let's get together, we can
Get hot
No more tomorrow, baby
Time is today
Girl, I can make you feel
Okay
No place
for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, love gun
Love gun, love gun
You can't
forget me baby
Don't try to lie
You'll never leave me, mama
So don't try
I'll be a gambler, baby
Lay down the bet
We get together, mama
You'll sweat
No place
for hidin' baby
No place to run
You pull the trigger of my
Love gun, love gun
Marigold
He's there
in case I want it all
He's there cause I want
He's scared cause I want it all
He's there cause I want
All in all
the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold
The Money Will Roll Right In
I'm goin'
to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good
They won't care how I feel, and I'll get to fuck Brooke Shields
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
I want to
be a star, I'm going to have a car
And you'll have to admit, I'll be rich as shit
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
I would
give you some, if you only would have treated me nice
You'll wish that you did, you'll feel pretty stupid
I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
It's fun
to be a star, it's nice to have a car
Yeah, you'll have to admit, that I'll be rich as shit
And I'll just sit and grin, the money will roll right in
The money
will roll right in
Moist Vagina
She has
a moist vagina
I particularly enjoy the circumference
I'll be sucking the walls of her anus
I prefer her to any other
Marijuana
She had
a moist vagina
I prefered her to any other
Marijuana
My Best Friends Girl
You're always dancing down the street
With your suede blue eyes
And every new boy that you meet
He doesn't know the real surprise
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
She'll make you flip
Here she comes again
When she's dancing 'neath the starry sky
You kinda like the way she dips
She's my
best friend's girl
She's my best friend's girl
And she
used to be mine
You've got your nuclear boots
And your drip dry glove
And when you bite your lip
It's some reaction to love
My Sharona
Ooh, my
little pretty one, my pretty one
When you gonna give me some time, Sharona
Ooh, you make my motor run, my motor run
Got it comin' off o' the line, Sharona
Never gonna
stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
Come a little
closer, huh, a-will ya, huh?
Close enough to look in my eyes, Sharona
Keepin' it a mystery, it gets to me
Runnin' down the length of my thigh, Sharona
Never gonna
stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
When you
gonna give to me, a gift to me
Is it just a matter of time, Sharona?
Is it d-d-destiny, d-destiny
Or is it just a game in my mind, Sharona?
Never gonna
stop, give it up, such a dirty mind
I always get it up for the touch of the younger kind
My, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-m-m-m-m-my, my, my, aye-aye, whoa!
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
M-m-m-my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh
my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh my Sharona
Ooooooo-ohhh my Sharona
No Quarter
Close the
door put out the light,
You know they won't be home tonight
The snow falls hard and don't you know,
The winds of Thor are blowing cold
They're
wearing steel that's bright and true
They carry news that must get through
They choose the path where no one goes
They hold
no quarter
They hold no quarter
Walking
side by side with death,
The devil mocks their every step
The snow drives back the foot that's slow,
The dogs of doom are howling more
They carry
news that must get through,
To build a dream for me and you
They choose the path where no one goes
They hold
no quarter
They ask no quarter
Oh, The Guilt
She seems
to think
She seems too weak
She takes a week to get over it
She likes
the sea
She likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes
the sound
She likes the sand
She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit
She likes
to be
She's into guilt
Guilt
She likes
to think
she likes to drink
She seems too weak, she takes all the rent
She likes
the time
she owns the time
She borrows time to self-invent
She seems
too weak
she likes to see
She likes to think she has all of it
She likes
the sand
she likes to stand
She likes to sit
she likes to go
Go
She likes
to be
She likes to go
Go
Old Age
Somebody
finally freed my brother
One more day to free my brother
Help me I won't find a way, no
I'm going
there to free my brother
No one there to free my brother
Help me I won't find a way, brother
He's the
friend to revive
With all the love I got
In every way I love you
Help me know
Going my
way
Opinion
Congratulations
you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
My opinions,
hmmmmm
And there
seems to be a problem here
Your state of emotion seems to clear
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And you had an affect on our happy talk
Our opinions,
hmmmmm
My opinions, hmmmmm
Congratulations
you have won
It's a years subscription of bad puns
And it makes your story our concern
And you set it up for returns
Our opinions,
hmmmmm
Your opinions, hmmmmm
My opinions, hmmmmm
Pay To Play
Monkey
see monkey do, I don't know why I
Walk around follow you, I don't know why I
Throw it out keep it in, I don't know why I
Have to have poison skin, I don't know why I
Pay
Pay to play
Walk an
inch take a mile, I don't know why I
Never faded never smiled, I don't know why I
Never mind eat and run, I don't know why I
Fuck your ass for the fun, I don't know why I
I don't
know why I
Pay
Pay to play
Pen Cap Chew
Ummm, lies
again
Ummm, mine
Ummm, mmmm
You go,
you give, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You go, you give, you get, you get to me
Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails
Ummm, lies
again
Ummm, mine
Ummm, mmmm
You're lonely
Waste your
time by saying he was gullible
Give up all additions in there where it's cold
Push that gate, it is the age of red eye shame
Protest swine, go to jail, the travesty
Two minutes
slow...slow...slow...oh
Raunchola
If it's
a hard, cold beat
You can go dance every night
You won't get it shown
It won't be missing the spice
You won't know that it hit ya
Nothing'll
make you win
Even the law won't fight
Yeah!
Looking
to make your winning
Even if it makes you look nice
You got a sound that's nice
Watching the days go by
You can't go to the day lord's house
We don't have no doubt
We go to too many cocktails
Pimples in way..
Return of the Rat
You better
watch out
You better beware
They're coming from all sides of the country
You better beware
Return of
the rat
No, no, no, no!
You better
confess
You had better confess
You start to confess and see them through it
You better confess
Rio
Wow!
Moving on
the floor now babe you're a bird of paradise
Cherry ice cream smile I suppose it's very nice
With a step to your left and a flick to the right
You catch that mirror way out west
You know you're something special
And you look like you're the best
Her name
is rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twisting through a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande
I've seen
you on the beach and I've seen you on tv
Two of a billion stars it means so much to me
Like a birthday or a pretty view
But then I'm sure that you know it's just for you
Hey now
look at that did he nearly run you down
at the end of the drive the lawmen arrive you make me feel
Alive, alive, alive
I'll take
my chance cause luck is on my side
I tell you something I know what you're thinking
I tell you something I know what you're thinking
Her name
is rio and she dances on the sand
Just like that river twists across a dusty land
And when she shines she really shows you all she can
Oh rio rio dance across the rio grande
Her name
is rio she don't need to understand
I might find her if I'm looking like I can
Oh rio rio hear them shout across the land
From mountains in the north down to the rio grande
Run, Rabbit, Run
When I
looked you in the eye
I knew it was time for good-bye
You were the only one I had around
But you couldn't keep your feet on the ground
Run rabbit
run
But what's that you're runnin' for
Run rabbit run
You ain't gonna run no more
Bye bye
baby, bye bye bird!
Thought
the cold sidewalk stones
Broke your little brittle bones
I know you were already dead
When the truck rolled over your head
Bye bye
baby, bye bye bird!
Sappy
And if
you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
And you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
And you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
And you'll think you're happy now
You're really
in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue just came to you, oh
And if you
kill yourself
You will think you're happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll make him happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll cover you with grass
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're really
in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
You're really
in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you
fool yourself
You will make him happy
He'll keep you in a jar
Then you'll think you're happy
He'll give you breathing holes
Then you will seem happy
You'll wallow in his shit
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're really
in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
You're really in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
Spank Thru
This song
is for the lovers out there
And all the lights on the trees
All the flowers have gingivitis
And the birds fly happily
We're together once again my love
I need you back, oh baby baby
I can't explain just why we lost it from the start
Living without you girl, you only break my heart ... Yeah!
I can feel it, I can hold it, I can pin it, shape it, mold it,
I can cut it, I can taste it, spank it
Beat it while you ... Ah, wait here
I've been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol'
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make you do things you won't think you ever could
I can feel it, I can hold it, pin it, shape it, mold it,
We can cut it, We can taste it, spank it
Beat it 'till you ... Ah, wait here
I've been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol'
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make you do things you won't think you ever could
I've been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol'
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make you do things you won't think you ever could
You won't think you ever could
Spectre / Misery Love Company
To hope
is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving me this
Follow it far
To find where you are
You haven't grown
Go on alone
Never finished
his sentence
Remained in seclusion
For the next few days
Family is circuling
He having moved up
All the styles of heresy
Finally he appeared unexpectedly
Looking for company
Talk To Me
Shake it
down easy, shake it down sleazy, come on
Shake it down easy, shake yourself, Suzy, come on
Don't let
me detain you
Try to ride along
Don't you lie, knowing
I am not sad
I am not silly
I am not chippin'
I am not chippin' away
Talk to
me
In your own language, please
In your own
Talk to me
In your own language please
Shake it
down easy, make it sound seamy, doll man
Make it sound now, make it full house, sad man
Leader of
the band
Makes a mental hell
I won't weather it well
Well I never
Saw it with my arm
Paint it with my heart
Paint it with my eyes and make it right
Lay down
easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
Lay down easy, lay it down seamy, sad man
You don't
want to hear this
Nothin' but a whore
I will play the leader
With pain
Now you know I'm needy
Lay them down easy
Lay them down easy
Talk to
me
In your own language please
The End
This is
the end
My only friend, the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end
I'll offer
you some
I'll offer you sexualism and a masculine man
You can rephrase my friend
The killer
woke up in Belgium
And he poured alot of syrup on his waffles
And he walked on down the hall
And he said, all I want is to have some hasbrowns and some grits
And then he walked on down the hall
And then he said, listen I got a quarter in my pocket
And I see that waffle house jukebox
And I'm gonna walk up to the coinslot
And then there's a direst line between my pupil and that cionslot
And I lift that quarter out of my pocket
And I said, I wanna hear the waffle house theme
So I walk up to the jukebox, And I said
Come on in
I believe I will, I believe I will
At the waffle house
I got a
six pack and nothin' to do
The Priest They Called Him
"Fight
tuberculosis, folks." Christmas Eve, an old
junkie selling Christmas seals on North Park Street.
The "Priest," they called him. "Fight tuberculosis,
folks."
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like
a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. Thin kid in prep school clothes,
familiar face, the Priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
"Remindsme of something a long time ago." The boy,
there, with his overcoat
unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. The boy went inside
a building. "Hmm, yes, maybe" - the suitcase was there
in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. Gone to get the keys, most likely,
have to move fast. He picked up the suitcase and started for
the corner.
Made it. Glanced down at the case. It didn't look like the case
the boy had,
or any boy would have. The Priest couldn't put his finger on
what was so
old about the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and
heavy.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found
an
empty place and opened the case. Two severed human legs that
belonged to
a young man with dark skin. Shiny black leg hairs glittered
in the
dim streetlight. The legs had been forced into the case and
he had to use
his knee on the back of the case to shove them out. "Legs,
yet,"
he said, and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score. The buyer sniffed suspiciously.
"Kind of a funny smell about it." "It's just
Mexican leather."
"Well, some joker didn't cure it."
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
"Not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. But since this is Christmas
and you're the Priest..." he slipped three bills under
the table into the
Priest's dirty hand. The Priest faded into the street shadows,
seedy
and furtive. Three cents didn't buy a bag, nothing less than
a nickel.
Say, remember that old Addie croaker told me not to come back
unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. Yeah, isn't that a fruit
for ya,
blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
"Now,
what do you want? I told you!"
The Priest laid three bills on the table. The doctor put the
money in his pocket and started to scream.
"I've had troubles! People have been around!
I may lose my license!" The Priest just sat there, eyes,
old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
"I can't write you a prescription." The doctor jerked
open a drawer
and slid an ampule across the table. "That's all I have
in the office!"
The doctor stood up. "Take it and get out!" he screamed,
hysterical.
The Priest's expression did not change.
The doctor
added in quieter tones, "After all, I'm a professional
man,
and I shouldn't be bothered by people like you."
"Is that all you have for me? One lousy quarter G? Couldn't
you lend
me a nickel...?" "Get out, get out, I'll call the
police I tell you."
"All right, doctor, I'm going." Of course it was cold
and far to walk,
rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
"These stairs," coughed the Priest there, pulling
himself up along the
bannister. He went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in
the dropper.
He rolled
up his sleeve. Then he heard a groan from next door,
room eighteen. The Mexican kid lived there, the Priest had passed
him on
the stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because
he
didn't want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The Priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking
that groan
and what it meant. "Maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I can't enjoy my priestly medications with that
sound coming
through the wall." Thin walls you understand. The Priest
put down his
dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
"Quien es?" "It's the Preist, kid, I live next
door."
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.
A bolt slid.
The boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
pain. He started to fall. The Priest helped him over to the
bed.
"What's wrong, son?" "It's my legs, senor, cramps,
and now I am without
medicine." The Priest could see the cramps, like knots
of wood there
in the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
"A few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
it was then that the cramps started." And now he has the
leg cramps back
with compound junk interest. The old Priest stood there, feeling
the boy
groan. He inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got
his dropper.
"It's just a quarter G, kid." "I do not require
much, senor."
The boy
was sleeping when the Priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. All the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. And since he was himself
a priest,
there was no need to call one.
Yes, She Is My Skinhead
I said
I want to meet you aah
I said I want to fuck you inside
I said I want to fuck you aah
I said I want to meet you inside
I said I want to meet you aah
I said I want to fuck you inside
I said I want to fuck you aah
I said I want to meet you
Yes she
is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my skinhead
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my little pet
I'm fuckin
all set to beat you
Keep keepin' all the lovely faces
Mathematic I'm a over and I'll race it
Stop sulking and I ought to trace it
Yes she
is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my skinhead
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Checkinist girl this girl is world
Yaaahhh!!!
Ah
Aaahhh!!
I'll tell
you what's good to look now
Can all it be impossible
When a villain in the face of God
On a Sunday
And I feel
like a motivation
I'm on a mission to kill myself
Yes she
is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my skinhead
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Checkinist girl this girl is (my) world
Yes she is my skinhead girl
She's gonna take me for a whirl
Yes she is my skinhead girl
Yes she is my little pet
Make ready
for affection
But I met my love
You Know You're Right
I would
never bother you
I would never promise to
I would never follow you
I would never bother you
Never speak
a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move
away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought
was put into this
Always knew it would come to this
Things have
never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain!
You know you're right
I'm so warm
and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Let's talk
about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing
really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move
away from here
You won't be afraid of fear
No thought
was put into this
Always knew it would come to this
Things have
never been so swell
I have never failed to feel
Pain!
You know you're right
Pain
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