Odelay
1) The New Polution
2) Where It's At

Midnite Vultures 1999
1) Sex Laws

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins so I'm out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray paint the vegetables
Dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flamin with a loser and the cruise control
Baby's in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches sleep on the love seat
Someone keeps sayin I'm insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don't believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Savin all your food stamps and burnin' down the trailer park
Yo cut it

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?
Double-barrel buckshot

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Banned all the music with a phony gas chamber
'Cause one's got a weasel and the other's got a flag
One's got on the pole shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose job
The daytime crap with the folksinger slop
He hung himself with a guitar string
Slap the turkey neck and it's hangin on a pigeon wing
You can't write if you can't relate
Trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax fallin on a termite
Who's chokin on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Get crazy with the Cheeze Whiz
Soy un perdidor
I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me?
Drive-by body pierce
Yo bring it on down
Soy

I'm a driver I'm a winner things are gonna change I can feel it
I can't believe you

Sprechen sie Deutches, baby

Know what I'm sayin?

She's got cigarette on each arm
She's got the lily-white cavity crazes
She's got a carborator tied to the moon
Pink eyes looking to the food of the ages

She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a hand on a wheel of pain
She can talk to the mangling strangers
She can sleep in a fiery bog
Throwing troubles to the dying embers

She's alone in the new pollution

She's got a paradise camoflauge
Like a whip-crack sending me shivers
She's a boat through a strip-mine ocean
Riding low on the drunken rivers

She's alone in the new pollution

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turned low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at

Take me home in my elevator bones

Pick yourself up off the side of the road
With your elevator bones and your whip-flash tones
Members only hyponotizers
Move through the womb like ambulance drivers
Shine your shoes with your microphone blues
Here-suits with your parachute fruits
Passing the dutchie from coast to coast
Let the man get loose while I rock the most

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone

What about those who swing both ways? AC-DC's?

Two turntables and a microphone

Where it's at!
I got two turntables and a microphone

Oh, dear me. Making slaves at Two-horse town
That's beautiful, Dad

Get my microphone

There's a destination a little up the road
From the habitations and the towns we know
A place we saw the lights turn low
With the jig-saw jazz and the get-fresh flow
Pulling out jives and jamboree handouts
Two turntables and a microphone
Bottles and cans just clap your hands just clap your hands

Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
Where it's at
I got two turntables and a microphone
I got plastic on my mind

Can't you hear those cavalry drums?
Hijacking your equilibrium
Midnight hags in the mausoleum
Where the pixilated doctors moan

Carnivores in the Kowloon night
Breathin' freon by the candlelight
Coquettes bitch-slap you so polite
'til you thank them for the tea and sympathy

I wanna defy the logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home
I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry

Neptune's lips taste like fermented wine
Perfumed blokes on the Ginza line
Runnin' buck wild like a concubine
Whose mother never held her hand

Brief encounters in Mercedes Benz
Wearin' hepatitis contact lens
Bed and breakfast getaway weekends
With Sports Illustrated moms

I wanna defy the logic of all sex laws
Let the handcuffs slip off your wrists
I'll let you be my chaperone at the halfway home
I'm a full-grown man but I'm not afraid to cry