the.heart.of.the.house - lyrics

	1. Superstar Wonderful Weirdos 2. Pollyanna Flower 3. Weekends - also known as "Song aboud the Weekends" 4. Pray for Peace 5. After a Year Like This One 6. King of Intimidation 7. Death of Cinderella 8. Gorgeous 9. London

.:back to lyrics:. 1. Super Star Wonderful Weirdo - top ah oooh do dee ah oh wah do wah dee ah ee yeah .... Sarah's only 10 and she's attracted to older men And they seem to like her back But she's intelligence Billy's a football star And he drives around in his muscle car But he really really wants to be a ballerina And he wonders who am I? Who am I? And he wants to be a man But he doesn't understand It's alright to be what he wants I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos Can you hear me call tonight? I know you're alone in your world Full of fear though But the more you run the harder it is to hide Whoa yeah yeah yeah Well, Jonny studies rockets With his plastic protected pockets so his pens don't leak out upon the floor Where Jenny's rolling And she's scared of growing 'Cause she is 5 feet taller than the girl next door And she wonders who am I? What the hell am I? And she's got a lot to offer But she doesn't look like Cindy Crawford And it makes her cry. I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos Can you hear me call tonight? I know you're alone in your world Full of fear though But the more you run the harder it is to hide It's a total rejection of the system It's the honest opinion for the very first time It's a different position, of living Ands its time that you made up your minds I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos You're not alone tonight I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos Can you hear me call tonight? I know you're alone in your world Full of fear though But the more you run the harder it is to hide I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos Can you hear me call Can you hear me call tonight? I'm calling all Superstar Wonderful Weirdos 2. Pollyanna Flower - top (through you I see I) Between a broken nose and a fake smile Between piety and gunpowder Between fighting and fleeing the scene Between murder and diplomacy Between aggression and ambiance Between brutal and realistically well behaved Between screaming and pulling in the reins Between tiptoeing and ambleing What am I to do with all this fighting (I'd like to hit you but I'd never hit you) Would you stay with me in this red space (I'd like to slap you but I'd never slap you) Chorus: Between violence and silently seething Between my fist and my pollyanna flower Between "fuck you" to your face and it's alright Between wanting it all Repeat chorus Between flying vases and secretly weeping Between loose cannons and ever downplaying Between bruises and only differing Between bursting and boiling What am I to do with all this burning (I'd like to hurt you but I'd never hurt you) Do I overwhelm you in this place (I'd like to kill you but I'd never kill you) Chorus What am I to do with all this fire Can you understand me in this place? 3. Weekend - top Monday morning is not Monday morning 'till Taylor has his coffee Friday night is not Friday night 'till Jessie leaves the room sweaty Tuesday morning is not Tuesday morning 'till Nick has his talk with his son Thursday night is not Thursday night 'till Chris has sex with his bass Come on to the Weekend 'cause the Weekend I'll get by Hold off 'till the Weekend 'cause there's too much time bein' merrily nice guys Tuesday morning is Wednesday afternoon when you cry all night Wednesday early we fall into what I'll Phil-a-del-ph-i-a Thursday morning is not Thursday morning 'till one of us says how's your life how's your life? Yeah how's your life how's your life? Come on to the weekend 'cause the weekend I'll get by Hold off 'till the weekend 'cause there's too much time to think and not much time to cry Hold off 'till the weekend 'cause the weekend we'll be high Hold off 'till the weekend 'cause we may look tired, but we'll get by What if there were no more mama's boys What if no one shared their humble appearance What there were no consequences What if there were no more arguments Well that'd be a shame And that'd be impossible and you would be bored 'cause you wouldn't want it any other way Hold on 'till the weekend 'cause the weekend I'll get by Hold off 'till the weekend 'cause we may look scared, but we're really nice guys Hold off 'till the weekend 'cause the weekend I'll get high Hold off 'till the weekend 'cause we may look strange but we surely will get by What if there were no more mama's boys What if we all had no thinking together Would that be a shame... And that'd be impossible cuz you would be bored 'cause you wouldn't want it any other way 4. Pray for peace - top I pray for peace They require me to kick into high gear We may as well have our Phd's Might we compose was never taken into account I pray they let out or talk it out She would give me a wink across the room I would have made a really good lawyer I had a really good strategy for putting things back on the wall of the hoser Thank God it was the God dammed wall I would have to hide all my valuables Who would calm my mother down? Who would calm me down once I talked her through it? My mother and I were the official peace makers It was a full time job I would send my mother directly to bed do not collect 200 We'd talk about it till 5am when I'd come visiting her 5 years later We would pray for peace It was most comfortable and familiar 5. After a Year Like This One - top After a year like this oneI'm suprised I do not hate your guts And, After a year like this oneI'm suprised I still love music just as much After a year like this oneI'm suprised I did not eat my arm And, After a year like this oneI 'm sorry if I'm not cordial to everyone Chorus:La la la la la .... After a year like this one I'm suprised I do not hate your guts And, After a year like this one I'm suprised I still love music just as much After a year like this one I'm suprised I did not eat my arm And, After a year like this one I'm sorry if I'm not cordial to everyone La, la, la, la, la..... After a year like this one I'm supised I am convinced at all And, After a year like this one I do not roll my eyes at the cynical And,After a year like this one I can't help wonder how they've been After a year like this one I think I'll leave it all to my next-of-kin La, la, la, la, la..... After a year like this one I'm suprised we're all not raving drunks and After a year like this one I want you to choose the restaurant After a year like this one I"ll need a good whole 16 months alone and After a year like this one I think I'll make the west coast beaches my new home La, la, la, la, la..... 6. King of Intimidation - top Spoken: The women of this family seem to feel that they owe it to the men of the family to look relaxed, rested, and attractive at dinnertime. For you they live in a quiet monastery For you they wear whatever you want them to as long as it is short They count to ten when you tell them how to drive And when they're afraid they let you speak for them All hail the king of intimidation Mocker of good Christian behavior For you we wax, we scale, and chicken our legs For you we chew our nails if we had any left buy fake ones to do it We counted to 10 temporarily And it was somethin' about how you talk down to me All hail the king of intimidation Mocker of good Christian behavior The role of compromises for the family you now want some There's only so much we can do to make you rest assured I am single I am weary You're just jealous You're just confused You're just hungry You're in sin now You're not happy You are petty All hail the king of intimidation Mocker of good Christian behavior He knows not of what he has wrongly done Forgive his ignorant behavior You are tortured You are captured You are busted We were silent You were tested You knew better You are lonely Was it worth it? La,la,la 7. Death of Cinderella - top I'm wise and ambitious, And angry and free, And smart and available, And sexy... I'm soft and appealing, And wearing pajamas, And twisted and willing, And crazy... And this is the story of the death of Cinderella She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella Who can use her And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor. And thought-provoking, And opinionated Cultured and funny, And experienced... Fearless and tender, And sweetly innocent, Uninhibited, Likes a good debate. And this is the story of the death of Cinderella She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella Who can use her And it's all you could do not to tie her to the bed. I could fall in love a million times before I die, You could draw me a bubble bath, We could walk into the sunset... And this is the story of the death of Cinderella She'd grow to be a maid if she couldn't find a fella Who can use her And it's all you could do not to throw her on the floor And this is the story of the death of Cinderella I'm gonna grow to be a maid and I'll never find a fella Who can use me And that's all you can do not to kick me in the ass. 8. Gorgeous - top Testostarone in large amounts Your Little sister just kick out of God you can't shave your head Come to the Show the boys rock harder Your mother lent you her slip She lent you her bright red lipstick And your shoes are hurting your back But boy don't you look gorgeaus You look gorgeous you look gorgeous You look gorgeous How you look gorgeous this is but an observation you put a bullet in your foot you make it hard for us bitches inconsequential in your back bends and your taste in men leaves something to de desired you love them to be aloof and self obsessed they love you in your mini dress you are looking gorgeous you're looking gorgeous you're looking gorgeous how you look gorgeous when your voice is raised above a certain level I'm afraid you must go to the ladies room I left your competence in curlers you look gorgeous you look gorgeous you're looking gorgeous how you look gorgeous 9. London - top What it feels to fall in to the pool the hard shelled bugs bite my forearm my right index fingernail chewed to the quick my cervix is a long scalene my sprinklers go off at 6pm each day and sometimes they spray unsuspecting visitors my pimples are gooses all over my legs my brow is furrowed and my vision is blurred and how I do love London and how I do love London the birds make guttural sounds and protect me my friends come to visit and love me a lot I don't have the energy to fill this I am like flight attendants on a 12 hour flight and how I do love London and how I do love London i am intriguied by the boys with the androdonus songs sometimes they rhyme sometimes they rhyme not the steam will smell of eucalyptus in the shower the hug will feel forced upon you inconsolable thing and how I do love London and how I do love London deep breaths will not make my brain stand still to be loved and swallowed are single and depraved i love speaking french to the taxi drivers we slept and were cold on the train out of france and how I do love London and how I do love London © 2000-2004 Arelis Contact at [email protected] Hosted by www.Geocities.ws