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Alcohol
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!
Beans
Beans, beans, beans
Japhy ate 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
Japhy had some wine
He was happy, happy, happy
And he ate some wine
Beans, beans, beans
Japhy 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 (to remind me what not to become)
And the situation wasn't quite
As intense as I thought
I need you around
To remind me when not to be calm
Calm, calm, calm
Curmudgeon
I can't hide, no
On the mantle
I'm not sad
Tilling that hoe
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'm not Santa
I'm a god
I want 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
D-7
Straight as an arrow
Defect defect
Not straight, not so straight
Reject reject
Towards anti-social
Solo solo
Standing on the stairs
Cold, cold morning
Ghostly image of fear
Mayday mayday
Gonna leave this region
They'll take me with them
Dimension seven
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
Even In His Youth
Even in his youth he was nothing
Kept his body clean going nowhere
Daddy was ashamed he was nothing
Smears the family name he was something
Leave the check before you are through
I've got nothing left to prove
If I die before I wake
Hope I don't come back again
Gallons Of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through the Strip
It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
that you're only supposed to use once and then discard.
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend.
My shyness, pet her flow.
She's only been five months late,
even though we haven't had sex for a week.
A meal a day, a meal, I say.
And my heart's made my....
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis.
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the freezer.
She's only five weeks late,
and I haven't had a date forever...
ever...ever...forever!
Wish I had more...more opportunity,
more chances to remember some things
so I couldn't have so much pressure on my...
on my...on my, um...ah, on my...um...um...head.
We'd have so much more diversity,
and so much more input, so much more creative flow,
if we had someone in school, a (GIT)...
GIT...geeks...in...town.
Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one...
Girls In Trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC
Fuck, man, this is a waste of time!
(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!
You're personally responsible for...
the entire strip...to be washed away...
cleansed...as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
flowed through the strip and were set on fire.
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight.
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
and his...silk...
and he...he erected a beautiful city...
a city of stars.
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, etc...
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, etc...
Help me, I'm fucking hungry
Help me, I'm fucking up
Hold me, some fucking help
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 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
He is gonna chase you in and out of a dream
You're not gonna thank him and I'm tired of this dream
Take him on occassion in the back of the room
If they don't show any affection he'll 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
I don't want to thank you, well I don't mind
Gave his only pleasures to a friend of mine
He's not gonna catch you in a lighted room
You don't thank him 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, you would too
See the silence in his head
He is coming, I don't care
We're not gonna make it, well I don't mind
They don't want to thank him, they don't have any time
In a conversation whom they don't know
They don't have any patience, they're becoming slow
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
Junkyard
I'm long gone from vertical, somewhere south is stopping me
I'm long gone from the american dream, you may decide it's not for me
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 through, you may decide it's not that good
I'm long gone but I'll let you leave, you may decide on stopping me.
born in a junkyard
gone
Marigold
He's there in case I wandered off
He's scared because I warned
He's scared in case I want it all
He's scared 'cause I want
All in all the clock is slow
Six color pictures all in a row
Of a marigold
Moist Vagina
She had a moist vagina
I've been tickling the circumfrence
I've been sucking the walls of her anus
Marijuana
I prefered her to any other
Marijuana
The Money Will Roll Right In
I'm goin' to Hollywood, they'll see that I'm so good
I 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
Oh, The Guilty
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
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. Hmm. Huh. (4x)
And there seems to be a problem here.
Your state of emotion seems to clear.
You rise and fall like wall street stock
And they had an affect on our happy talk.
Our opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh. (2x)
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. Hmm. Huh.
Your opinions. Hmm. Huh. (3x)
My opinions. Hmm. Huh.
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
Give 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 (it hurts again?)
Ummm, mine x3
Ummm, mmmm
You get (kill?), you get, you get, you get to me
All the years of tyrants such an easy way to go
You get, you get, you get, you get to me
Time to struggle and the scaling of fingernails
Ummm, lies again
Ummm, mine x3
Ummm, mmmm, You're lonely
Waste your time by saying he was gullible (sp?)
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 (I?) got a sound that's nice
Watching (making?) 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
Sappy
And if you say your prayers
You will make God happy
And if you do what's true
You will make me happy
I'll keep you in a jar
And you will seem happy
I'll give you breathing holes
You will think you're happy, now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
And if you save yourself
You will make him happy
He'll bring you fine rewards
Then you will feel happy
I'll keep you in my room
I'm sure you'll be happy
And if you save your soul
You will think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
Spank Thru
This song is for lovers out there
And the little lights in the trees
And 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'll only break my heart...
I can feel it I can hold it I can rub it I can shape it
I can mold it I can cut it I can taste it I can spank it
Beat it Masterbate it
I been looking for days now
Always hearing the same ol'
City boy won't you spank thru?
I can make it do things you won't think it ever could
Spectre
To hope is admittance
Feed before beginning
Double-sided cynics
Reflected images
Don't be so selfish
Leaving the image
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
Token Eastern Song
I can read, I can write
I can breathe, proven fact
Bless my greed, greased 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
Verse Chorus Verse
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 dust
And you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
And if you guard 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 dust
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
You're in a laundry room
You're 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 the shit
Then you'll think you're happy now
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
You're in a laundry room
The clue that came to you, oh
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