| White trash, two heeps and a bean |
| 7. the bag Endless evenings of non-exist Are getting shorter, monotonous Like an intruder, I belong outside Although I find myself right back The same place I was before Saying things I'd say once more There's no reason for me to be here, no I feel so lonesome, surrounded by friends Who are talking about me, saying things I could care less about This dialogue is without Worth, content, significance Conversational ambivalence Hear the same things every night, it just ain't right I'm not the one to hold the bag Give me something I can sink my teeth into Show me a time, tell me a story That I haven't heard a million times before I pass out from boredom As I watch the people pass I see moments in their lives, nothing fascinating Are we all living for the past, never realizing We're clinging to an empty bag Lacking content, significance Conversational ambivalence Say the same thing every night, it just ain't right We'll see who's left holding the bag |
| 8. Please play this song on the radio We wrote this song, it's not too short, not too long It's got back-up voc's in just the right places It's got a few oohs and ahhs It takes a little pause Just before the second chorus Please play this song on the radio Almost every line is sung on time Almost every verse ends in a rhyme The only problem we had was writing enough words But that's okay, because the chorus is Coming up again now Please play this song on the radio Please play this song on the radio |
| 9. warm One more time for Ho Jo, you know I can't wait Another wasted line I'm sittin' in the corner, I can feel the weight Of my head on top of my spine There's nothing to be scared of once you've Seen the the light, reflecting through the screen A eudaemonistic life composed of tar and nicotine You know it, You know it, You know it 'Cause you've seen it, now you believe it You know it because it seems so real You know it because you've seen it, now you believe it You know it because it seems so real It seems so real, It seems so real, It seems so real Sit back and relax and do nothin',na,na,na,na You'll laugh, then you'll cry, then you'll feel nothin',na,na,na,na Implanted images of morality Images of life, they seem so real One more time for Ho Jo, what does it mean? I'm not sure I know, while looking for somebody Deep inside a dream, my sunshine turns to snow Now it's blowin' inside, I don't feel the cold Yet I'm frozen to my seat My eyes have seen the truth And still my mind admits defeat |
| 10. I wanna be your baby Open your self, let me inside Open your arms, I have nowhere To go, so let me in to you I need to be where nothing can hurt me Open your legs, to let me crawl Inside of you, I need to be Inside your womb, So take me home Inside of you, envelope me, I'm home I wanna be your baby Bringin' me down Bringin' me down Open your lips and take me in I need to be inside within Let me become a part of you Let me inside of you, swallow me whole I want to know the things you hide I want to feel the things you feel I want to breath the air you breathe I want to live inside of you, take me Bringin' me down I wanna be your baby Let me live inside |
| 11. Johnny Appleseed Through word of mouth let it be known The man who spends his life on a mission, he's legendary Travelling from coast to coast He's the contemporary Johnny Appleseed He's making sure his garden grows He'll plant a seed in every town he goes Fertilizing the country side Couldn't stop him with insecticide Makin' sure that the garden grows, yeah,yeah,yeah Groomin' the backyard, or whackin' a weed When diggin' holes, he'll be wearing a glove He go into the shed, get out a shovel, and he shove He'll plant the seed, makin' sure it's sown He go into the shed, and he start hoein' with the hoe, ho,ho,ho Makin' sure that the garden grow, yeah,yeah,yeah He'll water the yard with the garden hose Groomin' the backyard, or whackin' a weed yeah,yeah,yeah The contemporary Johnny Appleseed |
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