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Rattlesnake
Lets go hang out in a mall, or a morgue
Its a crazy, crazy mixed up town
Lets go hang out in a bar
It was an evening I shared with the sun
More wine
Inside the outside
More peace
Slow down, we’re too afraid
Let me ride
People should not be afraid
People should not be afraid
In the early morning, cut her down
We came to the earth to graze
People should not be afraid
In the early morning, cut her down
Everybody’s here,
Everybody’s anxious
So come on, come on, come on
Everybody’s anxious
Its amazing what we can do with love
Everybody has a ghost
Boy loses rib in New Orleans
Where did I go wrong?
Everybody has a dream
The scalpel dives into the skin
Boy loses rib in New Orleans
Boy loses rib as he summoned to the mud
The babies not screamin’ enough
The blade is not ready to cut
Free love is a world I cant linger too long in
Behold the unsheathing, its love
Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son
Insomnia And The Hole In The Universe
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother never missed a beat
Angel, don’t you have some bagels in my oven?
Little swamis got his bowl to eat
Its amazing how they come to see
Anal, tight assed soldier with that dogged heart
Anyone caught, in your mystery
Turn my head
Funky temple
Turn my head
Oh no
I’ll kill you in my dreams
The subculture of my dreams
Hero
This attic of my mind
Hero
They called you queer
If the mother goes to sleep with you
If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you call her a freak?
If the mother goes to bed with you
If the mother goes to bed with you
Will you call her a freak?
You know your sperm is weak
Now you know they're gonna come for you
Looks like Americas dropped her load
My heads in the ground
Looks like America has dropped her load
My heads in the ground
California was in my mind
My heads in the ground
My heads in the ground
If I was half alive
It's the memory that hides
Its the memory that hides
He's a bonified man
Its the memory that dies
Its the memory that dies
It's the memories that dies
Our gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio
Lakini's Juice
Graze
Century
Ghost
Unsheathed
Insomnia And The Hole In The Universe
Turn My Head
Heropsychodreamer
Freaks
Merica
Gas Hed Goes West
A smorgasbord
Lets go hang out in a church
We'll go find Lurch
Then we'll haul ass down through the abbey
Is it money, is it fame
What’s in a name, shame?
Is it money, is it fame
Or were they always this lame?
But its the rattlesnake I fear
In another place, in another time
Id be drivin’ trucks my dear
dear
dear
Its not too far
We'll take my car
We'll lay flowers at the grave of jesco white
The sinners saint
The rack is full and so are we
Of laughing gas and ennui
To find out where we belonged
From the earliest days
We were dancing in the shadows
Cause I got to have it
More skin
Cause I got to eat it
By the river
Used to be so calm
Used to be so sane
I rushed the lady’s room
Took the water from the toilet
Washed her feet and blessed her name
Is such a dirty habit
Let me ride
Burn my eyes
Let me ride
We came to the earth to graze
No shortcuts to the face, this means you
A child gives you his shoes
We came to the earth to graze
If it slithers into the haze
It cant be true
A child gives you his shoe
This pill, she needs your love
Forget your mother and your father
They aren’t important son
Everyone’s diggin ‘in
Now there’s no time to live
live
The artist does figure eights
But will it stand the test of time
Or will it rot
Like the mission that tried too hard
The pill, she needs your love
Forget your mother and your father
You'll fall apart inside
We came to the earth to graze
Everyone’s diggin’ in
Now there’s no time to live
live
Puke stinks like beer
This could be a city
This could be a graveyard
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
For the coming of the crisis
The collapse of the justice
I can smell your armpits
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
You stole my idea
This puke stinks like beer, and everybody’s here
Lets lay waste to this century
Come on, come on, come on
Return to nothing
The crowd is all around us
The followers of Aldous
Are spinning with mescaline
A man behind the alter screams
You stole my idea
You were my idea
On the edge, of a kiss, smack on the lips
Dangled with a tongue
On the edge of a peace that can't stand low
And won’t stand tall
With the matches and gasoline, do with love
Its amazing what we can do with love
Everybody has a ghost, that sings like you do
Yours is not like mine
But its alright, keep it up
He cant help eyein’ up the whores
Under the bridge
Boy loses rib and lets a hellified cry into the dark
Where did I go wrong?
I never needed this before
I need a woman to help me feel
Everybody has a dream like a world tattoo
Yours is not like mine, its alright, keep it up
Good doctors never leave a scar
No proof again
I'll take the myth, you take the blood
Its all the same to the world dreamer
Its all the same in the end
He trades some ether for a chance
Under the bridge
Flat on his back
Cryin’ where did I go wrong?
The singers not singing enough
Ramanas not breathing to us
Behold the unsheathing, its love
Its dull from out thinking, its rough
Free love was just another party
For the hippies to ruin
Behold the unsheathing, its love
Free love, I cant afford to add up what you fuckers are made of
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
My brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
Lady, don’t you know a man when you see one?
Crazy lady, now, with the shiny shoes, where are you?
Kick your feet and calm the space that makes
You hollow
Little swamis always walks his beat, sweet feet
Little swamis got his bowl to eat
And I sing the dirge song
the little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet
The little swami only wears a sheet
And I won’t sing the dirge song
Put down your gun
We are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart
And take it slow
Keep it angry
Keep it whispy
I've fallen down
Drunk on your juices
Turn my head
Its aimed at you
Your dress is torn to shreds
Your eyes are crazy
I bowed to save my head and
I cant forget you
But I cant remember
Turn my head
Its aimed at you
We came to love you all day, Oh
These bastards are leavin’
Somebody's got to stay
Whatever we called you
Its just a name
Just a name
I turn the other cheek during the day
I’ll kill you all
Is waiting for me to fall asleep
I know you're scared, you should be
I know you're scared
Dreamer
These feelings I can’t hide
I cant share
I feel alone
The subconscious keeps me here
I fell in love with the balladeer
I saw your tongue, it licked my heart
The called you queer
Dreamer
Hero
They called you queer
They called you queer
They called you queer
Will you run and tell Geraldo
If the mother bears her children without tears
At the usual costs of labor
Will you run and tell the neighbors
Will you hide behind the get up that you wear
Or will you take the first ear that comes into contact with your blade
Like Peter did on the hill
Will you call them freaks?
Will you run and tell the papers
How she picked you from a line up in downtown Philidelphia
With a cigarette hangin’ out of your mouth and Henry Miller in your back pocket
You little fucker
In the bowels of the cathedral
Will you render her asunder with what she really needs
Or will you crash that beautiful silence and talk about
finding yourself in your mothers arms
Will you call them freaks?
We'll call them gods
We'll call them freaks
You never looked so high
To ever find him, so low
You did not have to go, that far
Drag your silly name into the mud
If the mother bears her children without tears
At the usual costs of labor
Like she was ready to explode
I could not see her from up here
Cause she was lying in the road
I can’t make a sound
My heads in the ground
She tried to call me on the telephone
Everything is fine, the baby is here
Shell have to handle this one on her own
I can’t make a sound
The priests were all stoned
And love was a game we played
I can't make a sound
The priests are all stoned
The fact that you moaned
Then you were dead
Subsistin on that same old bread
The the whole wide world
Its the gas heds love, of America
Take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Out gas hed marches on
A star amongst his clan
And the only one that let me ride
Our gas hed was right
When the lanced his skull
There was puss and light
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
And makes your photographs black
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on