01. Sins Of My Fathers
02. How Would I Know Love Now?
03. Wine Red And TV Blue
04. All For Your Love Again
05. Psycho Ex
06. Cannot Not
07. When The Heart Awakes
08. Robbing Her Own Room
09. When This Dream Is Over
10. Who Do You Think We're Coming For?
11. You Don't Owe Me Anything
12. Build A Better Garden
13. Daddy, Buy Baby A Boobjob
01. Sins Of My Fathers
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Dorothy Gale, From Kansas,
She knows how it feels;
To see that twister coming,
Rippin' up the fields.
Goddamn, I get religious
When that cyclone blows.
Shelter door is locked and
Nature is outa control.
I was a white, successful,
Eurocentric male.
I thought my life was stressful
'Til my mentors went to jail.
I fell off of the top of
The Tower of Babel.
Speaking Suma Cum Laude
To a third-world rabble.
I miss the dope,
The dollars and the dinners.
I miss that glimmer of hope,
I miss the Gipper.
We were the master race,
We held the master card.
And now it's over,
Having gone so far.
I'm paying for the sins of my fathers
And the sins of my brothers
And those before them.
Goddamn, my white world is crumbling down.
Big, white father, my world
Has died behind the clouds.
The hell Hound has escaped
From the pound.
I got to pump iron,
I can't pump gas.
Alaric is at the gates
And he shall pass.
We gave them science,
They wanted superstition.
We gave them the Magna Carta,
They wanted Magnavision.
We were the master race,
We held the master card.
And now it's over,
Having gone so far.
I'm paying for the sins of my fathers
And the sins of my brothers
And those before them.
Goddamn, my white world is crumbling down.
I've got a guy
Coming by to buy my stereo.
I throw in my records
If he begins to bid too low.
Gun Club, Jane's Addiction,
Talking Heads, Bow-wow-wow.
I ain't got the time to listen to them
Too much anymore, anyhow.
Goddamn, the guillotine's coming,
My white world is crumbling down.
02. How Would I Know Love Now?
You give me reason to leave,
Well, you know I'll stay.
You give me reason to stay -
Well, goodbye, baby. I'm on my way.
Underneath this poet's moon,
I'm move to speak to soon.
I know needles and nails,
I know Magdalene and Christ.
She makes the deals,
He can pay the price.
She can walk crooked,
High and drunk and lost
And he gets the cross.
How would I know love now?
How would I, how would I, would I know love now?
The lure of memories,
That's just a sucker game.
I tried to dig your history.
I guess you had me trained.
And underneath this poet's moon,
I'm move and speak too soon.
I know how much you have been using,
How close you are to death.
I know that you've have been using,
I can smell it on your breath.
I know that buying you off is easier to do.
Easier then holding back so you'd come, too.
How would I know love now?
How would I, how would I, would I know love now?
How would I, how would I, would I know love now?
How would I, how would I, would I know love now?
Upon the breath of a bitter wind,
Upon the wings of a hurricane,
You blew in with the dust
And you blew out just the same.
You're a begger in the depot,
Bending to the floor.
You are dirty clothes in a paper bag,
Nameless in a morgue.
You are a spirit on the highway, a
Appearing in the rain.
You are an old ghost in the railyard,
You never saw the train.
And underneath this poet's moon,
I swear to leave your tomb;
I leave you underneath,
Payin' for your crime.
I'm ready to go walking now,
Walking in the light.
How would I know love now?
How would I, how would I, would I know love now?
How would I, how would I, would I know love now?
How would I, how would I, would I know love now?
03. Wine Red And TV Blue
Angel's feet tread upon a floor that she never sweeps.
Her soul gets up from bed for relief,
From the sorry and pity and wine.
Four A.M. She sleeps it off and her soul's condemned,
To watch Kojak 'til the morning comes again,
And again... and again... and again.
One moment and a lifetime,
From sun to sun to moon.
She wants more
Than this whore of a world
Could ever give.
And so much more
Than her family could forgive.
Time flies,
Paint tomorrow's skies
Wine red and TV blue.
Channel two. There's a famous face that everybody knew;
He says, "Hey, who loves ya, baby." to be cruel.
No one loves her, Telly, you old fool.
Come the dawn, she'll wake alone,
With only one boot onand curse this town,
Her guitar, wine, and friends, again and again and again.
One moment and a lifetime,
From sun to sun to moon.
She wants more
Than this whore of a world
Could ever give.
And so much more
Than her friends could now forgive.
Time flies,
Paint tomorrow's skies
Wine red
And TV blue.
Love dies,
Paint her morning skies
Wine red
And paint them
TV blue.
04. All For Your Love Again
Give me whiskey
Give me liberty or death
Show me something beautiful
Give me faith in my dying breath
Drugs and liquor
Gonna send me down quicker
But, they won't cut my pain in half
All for. . .
All for your love again
All for. . .
All for you love again
Stole one shot gun
Put the mother to my head
Blew me to kingdom come
Hell could never be this bad
I take her to your dealer
But, your dealer couldn't heal her
He takes every cent I had
All for. . .
All for your love again
All for. . .
All for your love again
All for your love again
Take me from the alley, baby
Lead me by the hand
To the valley
To the Promised Land
Pick up all my pieces
Put 'em in a bag
Make an angel
From this
Shattered man
You destroy me
Just to be the one who can
And you'd leave me OD on the MTA
The blood is on your hands
Drugs, chemicals
Surgery and miracles
It's the voyage of the damned
All for. . .
All for your love again
All for. . .
All for your love again
All for. . .
All for your love again
All for. . .
05. Psycho Ex
Psycho ex. (Psycho ex.)
Psycho ex. (Psycho, psycho ex.)
Raising hell inside a phone booth. (Psycho, psycho, psycho ex.)
Making idle psycho threats.
She's coming by to kill you.
It only shows. (It only. . .)
How fragile was her soul? (How fragile was her soul?)
She'll kill you. (She's psycho.) (Kill you.)
Kill you. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya, kill ya, kill ya and she'll never let you go. (Never let you go.)
Though you said goodbye
And you told her "Hit the road." (See ya, sayonara.)
Hey, it's been swell, but I,
I gotta go. I might call you tomorrow.
Late at night they dial us,
Beguile us with violence.
With violins they cry to us
In a hostile, futile, infantile, juvenile, suicidal, meloncholy way.
Who broke in your home at four a.m. fucked up on Bud and valium?
Valium, valium, fucked up on Bud and valium.
Bud and valium, valium and Bud.
Stewed on brewskies, out for blood.
It's your psycho ex. (Psycho ex.)
Psycho ex. (Psycho, psycho ex.)
Every night your phone is ringing. (Psycho, psycho, psycho ex.)
She's a sack of broken eggs.
No one hears you screaming. (No one hears you screaming.)
It only shows. (How tenuous the hold.)
How fragile was her. . .
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya. (Psycho.) (Kill you.)
She'll kill ya.
She'll kill ya.
She'll never, ever let you. . .
06. Cannot Not
She don't want my drug history,
My AIDS test or my twelve steps or my years of therapy.
She don't wanna go to my boidoir,
Go through my vaudeville trunk.
It don't matter if I'm clean and sober or dirty and drunk.
It don't matter if I'm kicking that gong around.
Or if I'm sick in the hall.
Ringing her bell, knocking on her door.
Kicking that crazy ball.
It don't matter if I change my hairdo
to something she might like.
She tells me I'm a nice man,
Take a nice, long hike.
I get the message, I'm a fly on her wall
She does not want me at all.
You cannot not want me,
you cannot not want me,
you cannot not want me at all.
This play I've composed cannot be closed.
I can't let that curtain fall.
Sometimes I get the feeling
there was something that I missed.
If she'd just explain to me
I could put my heart to rest.
You know, I paint her, sketch her,
I go where I might catch her.
I talk to her spirit
And dream that she can hear it.
I get the message, she won't take my calls.
She does not want me at all.
You cannot not want me,
you cannot not want me,
you cannot not want me at all.
This play I've composed cannot be closed.
I can't let the curtain fall.
I've stood in the rain of
My own tears and shame.
It never sinks in my skull.
I am how God made me.
I'd rather you hate me,
Then not matter at all.
She don't buy my suicide scares.
When I call up and say nothing seein' who she might have in there.
She don't know how much it matters,
she can't feel how much it hurts.
She don't know life could be better,
she don't know just what I'm worth.
She don't know I'm in a panic of erotic toxic shock.
I am sunk like the Titanic, on the bottom; on the rocks.
I pray she might be testing
The strengthen my affection.
Sometimes I pray
It just all goes away.
I get the message; I'm a fly on her wall.
She does not want me at all.
You cannot not want me,
you cannot not want me,
you cannot not want me at all.
This play I've composed cannot be closed.
I can't have that curtain fall.
I've stood on the stage
Of my own tears and rage.
Why won't it sink in my skull?
I am how God made me.
I'd rather you hate me
Then not matter at all.
07. When The Heart Awakes
I was standin' in the breadline
Outside Heaven's gate.
Ready to take whatever they gave
To those who would but wait.
They were promising salvation;
They were handing out lucky breaks.
And you get more then you bargain for when your heart awakes.
They called me Million Dollar Lily.
I'm just a twenty-five dollar fake.
I could use a slug of liquor,
Man, I could drain a lake.
I left my baby up in Washington,
I said it was for her sake.
You get more then you bargain for when your heart awakes.
Yeah, you get more then you ever bargain for when for when your heart awakes.
I see the sun going down, down, down
And taste the salt of the sea.
I fall down and cry out loud.
"Oh, God have mercy on me."
He's gonna make me a loser like my father
With the boys around the lake.
You get more then you bargain for when your heart awakes.
Yeah, you get more then you ever bargain for when for when your heart awakes.
Out on the Cherokee reservation,
My father pays for his mistakes.
Ridin' on a narrow road for those the world forsakes.
It will not buy my back my innocence or break my falls from grace.
You get more then you bargained for when your heart awakes.
Yeah, you get more then you ever bargained for when for when your heart awakes.
Yeah, you get more then you ever bargained for when for when your heart awakes.
08. Robbing Her Own Room
Well, my baby had a habit as long as her arm.
Grabbed that habit young when she was lookin' for fun.
Youth hath come, and youth hath gone.
Fun ran out, but that habit's sticking on.
Cheated everybody, left her baby for dead.
Did anything to keep that habit fed.
She gotta problem bigger than you.
Doin' them crazy things a junkie got to do
Yeow!
Get it straight, when push comes to shove.
There are many, many things stronger then love.
Talkin' 'bout the hard road, talkin' 'bout lust.
This is the heavy load and carryin' cost.
What she gonna do? Her body burnin' down.
Where's Iggy Pop and Lou when she cannot get downtown?
It's a problem bigger then you.
Doin' them crazy things a junkie got to do.
And I say robbing her own room.
Digging her grave spoon by spoon.
She got a problem bigger then you.
Doin' them crazy things a junkie got to do.
Yeow, yeow, yeow!
Cheated everybody, left her baby for dead.
Did anything to keep that habit fed.
She got a problem bigger then you.
Doin' the crazy things a junkie got to do.
And I say robbing her own room.
Digging her grave spoon by spoon.
She got a problem bigger then you.
Doin' them crazy things a junkie got to do.
Doin' them crazy things a junkie got to do.
Doin' them crazy things a junkie got to do.
Yeow!
09. When This Dream Is Over
Have a drink, make believe, tonight this life's a party
That they threw for you and me. Place your hand 'round my arm,
God protect the children and the fools like us from harm.
Hallelujah, to the sinners and the losers,
Glory in highest to the lowest of low.
See the lights on the pier.
It's a lovely world we live in when we make it disappear.
See the stars, wow they shine.
They have flown a million miles and they landed in your eyes.
Holy, holy, like a river we go rolling.
Turning broken glass to diamonds, turning blood back to wine.
Now I know that tonight won't be here tomorrow,
I'll be sorry, sad and sober.
I'll still believe in you when this dream is over.
What's the price? I don't care
I have thrown away my wallet or I left it God knows where.
I don't mind 'cause I'm sure, I may loose my fortune, but I'll only love you more.
Tonight the angels ring the bells and beat the devil,
But the light of day will melt away our city of gold.
Now I, I know that tonight, God help us tomorrow,
When we're sorry, sad, and sober.
I'll still believe in you when this dream is over.
I'll still believe in you when this dream is over.
10. Who Do You Think We're Coming For?
There are weiners driving Beemers,
VPs driving jeeps, California dreamers, corporate creeps.
"Matsushita took a beating! Bought a turkey! Call a meeting!"
They're turning up the heat. Let's blow to Tahoe for a week,
'Til God comes down in his machine.
Flying off to Austin, hanging out with stars,
Biting lips on bitchin' riffs, strumming air guitars.
"What do you think? --
What do you think? --
What do you think? --
What do you think?"
Slapping backs, grabbing mitts, photo ops and jumbo shrimp.
But God won't come, when hell's to pay,
And the peasents you have entertained say
"Terror is the order of the day."
Who do you think we're coming for, coming for, coming for?
Who do you think we're gunning for?
We're gunning for you.
"Ce ira, ce ira les Aristocrats a la dontelle,
Ce ira les Aristocrats en le pendre."
Elvis knick-knacks in their office to be casual 'n cute.
Elvis coffee mugs with Elvis in his Vegas suit.
"Diggin' Elvis cause he's funny! Crucified him for the money!"
Made him patron saint of circus apes, jumpin' through the hoops.
But God won't hear, when hell's to pay,
When in the balance you've been weighed,
And terror is the order of the day.
Who do you think we're coming for, coming for, coming for?
Who do you think we're gunning for?
We're gunning for you.
"Ce ira, ce ira les Aristocrats a la dontelle,
Ce ira les Aristocrats en le pendre."
I had a vision in your office that I met you before;
I saw the city of Paris in civil war.
There was Louis Capet going off in a cart,
Marie Antoinette weeping "au revoir."
I saw you taking off your cassock, and your cardinal's ring.
You hid in the crowd and cheered the death of your king,
You got away then but in this life I'll see you hang from the lantern,
I'll see you dragged through the square.
I'll show your head to the crowd,
"Son sang impur abreuve nos Sillons!"
"Ce ira, ce ira les Aristocrats a la dontelle,
Ce ira les Aristocrats en le pendre."
"Ce ira, ce ira les Aristocrats a la dontelle,
Ce ira les Aristocrats en le pendre."
"Ce ira, ce ira les Aristocrats a la dontelle,
Ce ira les Aristocrats en le pendre."
They found him down in Legal where his ass had gathered moss,
They moved him up to publishing and made him the boss,
Of an 800 million dollar Japanese loss.
11. You Don't Owe Me Anything
The broken drunks are crying blindly at dawn,
"Who is out there to save me?"
Thirty stories high were no lights are on,
To the shadows, I'm praying.
One day soon, look for a river,
I will send to you in a dream.
And when do, you'll be forgiven.
You don't owe me anything.
Roll with the punches; get drowned in the tide.
Break your heart and call it freedom.
There are so many years in your eyes,
I don't think you'll live to see them.
One day soon, look for a river,
I will send to you in a dream.
And when I do, you'll be forgiven,
You don't owe me anything.
I got a feeling you're looking for me
Through the night while I'm driving.
You come to ask me if I'd set you free.
What's done is done and time is flying.
One day soon, look for a river
I will send to you in a dream.
And when I do, you'll be forgiven.
You don't owe me anything.
You don't owe me anything. . .
12. Build A Better Garden
Adam's in the garden and he lost his ass.
His wife is weeping for her innocence.
He couldn't get a pardon pleading ignorance.
When the devil stepped in saying "I'll take care of this.
You see, you gotta a little shack down by Dead Man's Pass.
We can 'em liquor by the shot of the glass.
Your wife can table dance, shake her ass
For the rubes that pass,
We'll make a lot of cash.
And we'll build a better garden.
We'll build a better garden.
We're gonna build a better, build a better, build a better world, you see, you and me.
Don't go beggin' pardons 'cause we'll build a better garden than He."
And he said "Cain has called a meeting, he's my right-hand man.
To persuade his brother as firmly as he can
To stay down on the farm, stop wanderin' the land.
Cut the hippie shit, man,
Stick to the plan.
Because everybody's gonna want a bowl of peas.
They don't come from Heaven or grow on trees.
We can divide up the labor, the hands and the feet.
Everybody comin' to us if they wanna eat.
And we'll build a better garden.
We're gonna build a better garden.
We're gonna build a better, build a better, build a better world, you see, you and me.
Don't go beggin' pardons 'cause we're gonna build a better garden than He.
And he said "If you make procreation dirty and taboo,
We can sell a lot of Buicks and shampoo if we do.
We'll nip 'em in the bud, retard 'em at the root
'Til they're sexual morons when they hit twenty-two.
I've seen the future and the future's great.
Four hundred billion beggin' dogs in the human race.
Going 'Ooh, baby.
Ahh, baby.
Whoo, baby.
Now, baby.
More, baby.
Less, baby.
Harder to the left.'
I'll give 'em gel-filled squirmies,
Amaretto lube,
Liquor Store incense
To get them in the mood.
Give 'em laboratory tested heavy-duty action Vac-U-Jac,
For aximum extension, satisfaction or your money back.
Build a better garden.
Build a better garden.
Build a better, build a better, build a better world, you see, you and me.
Don't go beggin' pardons 'cause we'll build a better garden then He, yeah.
We're gonna build a better garden.
We're gonna build a better garden.
We're gonna build a better, build a better, build a better world, you see, you and me.
Don't go beggin' pardons 'cause we'll build a better garden then He.
Everybody, build a better garden.
Build a better garden.
We're gonna build a better, build a better, build a better world, you see, you and me.
Don't go beggin' pardons 'cause we'll build a better garden then He.
We're gonna build a better, build a better, build a better world, you see, you and me.
Don't go beggin' pardons 'cause we'll build a better garden then He.
There'll be a war in every ocean,
A war on every shore,
A war for every reason,
And to settle every score.
Well, I think it's about time to close and the record is just about made. In the meantime, I think we're just gonna leave things go as they are.
13. Daddy, Buy Baby A Boobjob
Daddy, buy baby a boob job!
We need liposuction, tummy tuckin' and a nose bob.
We are liberated women, women of the world.
We have the woman's right to wanna be a girl.
Oh daddy, buy baby a boobjob.
Oh, baby, let daddy buy you a boobjob, hey hey!!
My cousin, Herman, knows a plastic surgeon at a discount.
We love you how you are, we wouldn't change a bit.
But, if your heart is set, go get a great big set of tits.
Oh, baby, we'll buy you a boobjob.
Daddy, buy your baby a boobjob.
Boobjob!