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previous pageSometimes I feel my life is going `round in circles. Beneath my eyes are bluish black. There`s nothing new, no I wanna talk to.
Nothing I wanna think about, I got soul doubt.
I stick my head out of the window, it`s closed. Instead of air, I get glass stuck into my head. The city`s sounding, and I can`t seem to stop
the pounding. Can`t keep my thoughts from flying` around. Can`t keep my thoughts from flying` around. Not sure what I`m thinking about,
I got soul doubt.A shmeless display, wearing a smile full of pain. A frameless Erte, a painting without the signature. She`s waiting for
someone to save her. As I pass her by I see Cinderella.
She doesn`t fit into the slipper. Like she fits in a bottle of liquor. There`s no one take her away.
Her eyes meet mine, she sees right through me. The question is asked, Whatcha` gonna do for me? I don`t want nothin`, just connection
I gotta know what she`s all about. Cause I know she`s been there-soul doubt.
I stick my head out of the window once again. This time I see a thousand faces all too clear. They wear the same expression, I`ve seen in my face.
So many times, I know exactly how they feel. I know exactly how they feel. I know just what they think about. They`ve got soul doubt.
When I look `round, I only see outta one eye. As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna. I hear the voices, but I can`t make outta their words.
Saying things, saying things that
I got something stickin in my eye.Got something stickin in my eye. Got something stickin in my eye.
I feel unsual from thinking. About the underground decay, God help me. Kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry.
It`s not from pity, it comes fromWhat`s been sticking in my eye.
got something stickin in my eye.Got something stickin in my eye. Got something stickin in my eye.
It`s spent fifteen years getting loaded. Fifteen years `till his liver exploded. Now what`s Bob
gonna do now that he can`t drink. The Doc said "what were you thinkin `bout ?". Bob said
"that`s just the point, I wasn`t thinkin `bout nothing. Now I gotta do something else OI, OI, OI
to pass the time". Had someone shave his head Got a new identiny. Sixty-two holed air cushioned boots.
And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town. They could get away. Riding around,
as the trucks drive by. You could hear the mother truckers go....
A couple of lines,an extra thermos of Joe. He`ll be kickin in heads at the punk rock show, yeah
Bob`s the kinda guy who knows just what. Bob`s the kinda guy who knows just what to do.
When the Doctor tells him to "Quit your drinkin, now`s the time". Will he ever walk the line?
To all my friends, I feel just great. But will he ever walk the line?Kickin ass and bustin heads.
Red suspenders.Once day he shave his head. But will he ever walk the line, will he ever walk the line?
But will he ever walk the line, will he ever walk the line?
You`ve got the beauty, but that doesn`t mean a thing. A bland reciprocation, but that doesn`t bother me. You`re happier with lights on underneath
a darkener sky. Only in the spotlight can you tell of your crimes.
I understand the situation , but I can`t. Seem to understand the motivations you once had. I recall a message I once left behind a screen.
I was entranced,when you were never there for me.
You`re draining, you`re draining me. I`m not a tub. What ever happened to the girl I used to hold? I held in such a high regard. Where is the
girl who had it all?
I used to think I wasn`t worthy of your cause. I used to feel so lucky. Until the day I felt weakness in my arms.
I knew from where it had been coming.
You`re bleeding, you`re bleeding me, I can recall The Passions you once had, where did they go? I knew a girl who had it all.
I knew th girl where did she go?
I`m a person just like you, but I got better things to do. Than sit around and fuck my head, hang out with the living dead. Snort white shit up
my nose a-passin out at all the shows cuz I got straight edge
Ilaugh at the thought of droppin ludes. I laugh at the thought of sniffin glue cuz I got straight edge.
Liza`s had enough of men. She says, she won`t get burned again. She says, they don`t know how to fuck. Her last boyfriend, the shmuck.
Shared with her a nice disease. Kept her passive,on her knees. `Till one day she took his car. And drove off it to the city.
Liza had put down a few. When she met this girl named Lou.
Who convinced her to go home with her. She said, "My name`s Louise. Now will take the clothes off please I want to take
to the moon and back. So get on your back". With a flick of the tongue.
She made her scream. She made her laugh. She made her dance. She was happy for the first time. And you know she wanted more.
Now with her legs spread wider. She needed to have Louise inside her. She said, "I`ll never forget the first time
You kissed me, now I want to fist me. Louise didn�t need a second invititation. She know just what to do. Yeah, She know just what to do.
Liza had cum a few times before. But she had never even see the door. Into the world of pleasures of the flesh. She felt just sixteen.
And her life before now was a dream. Or even a nightmare that�s over and done. Just like warm healing rays.Shining from the
She made her scream. She made her laugh. She made her dance. She was happy for the first time. And you know she wanted more
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 lonesome, surrounded by friends. Who are talking about me , saying things. I could care less about.
This dialogue is without. Worth, content, signigicance. Conversational ambivalence. Hear the same things every night, it just ain`t right.
I`m not the one to hold the bag.
Give 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 living for the pass. never realizing.
We`re clinging to an empty bag.Lacking content, significance. Convertisational ambivalence. Say the same thing every night, It just ain`t right.
We`ll see who`s left holding the bag.
We wrote this song, it`s not too short, not too long. It`s got back-up voc`s in just the right placesIt`s got few oohs and aahs. It takes a little pause.
Just before the second chorus.
Please play this song on the radio.
Almost every line is sung in 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
Right about this time some shithead will be drawin a fat fucking line over the title on the back sleeve, (what an asshole)so mr. dj, I hope you already
made your segway or the fcc is gonna take a shit right on your head.
Can�t play this song on radio. Can�t play this song on the radio.
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 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. It seem so real. It seem so real. It seem so real.
Sit back and relax and do nothin` na, na, na, na. You`ll laugh, the you`ll cry, then you 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 turnsto 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.
Open your self, let me inside. Open your arms, I have nowhere to go, so let me into you. I need to be where nothing can hurt me.
Open your legs, to let 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 becomea 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 breath the air you breath. I want to live inside of you take me.
Bringin` me down. I wanna be your baby. Let me live inside.
Throught the word of mouth let it be known. The man who spends life on a mission, he`s legendary . Travelling from coast to coast.
He`s contemporary Johnny Appleseed. He`s making sure his garden grows. He`ll plant a seed in every town he goes.
Fertilizing the countryside. Couldn`t stop with insecticide.
Makin` sure that the garden grows, yeah, yeah, yeah. He`ll water the yard with the garden hose
And you know he`ll be plantin his seed, 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 a shove
He`ll plant a seed, makin` sure it`s sown.He go into shed, and he start hoien` with the hoe, ho, ho, ho.
Makin` sure that the garden grows, yeah, yeah, yeah. He`ll water the yard with garden hose.
Groomin` the backyard or whackin` a weed, yeah, yeah, yeah. The contemporary Johnny Appleseed.
Blackened wick is what remains - the flame was blown out just recently. Although The Candle hadn`t burned down to the stick.
It won`t be lit again, the day won`t be quite as bright. We don`t know what she may have been, all we know is what she left behind.
An apartment cluttered with children`s toys and photos of good times. In the bedroom there`s sheets on the windows. There`s a four poster bed
for a reason. On the floor there's a box full of secrets, it won't be opened. Here older boys and girls would play, all inhibitions were left behind.
And as the door would close her face began to shine. This was her finest hour, this was her finest time.
She's gone and it's not gonna be all right, not for me she`s gone And it`s not gonna be all right.
Not for me she's gone, but not forgotten she's still here. In all those years she touched so many lives
Who's gonna watch that little girl she left behind? Carol Ann stands alone in the schoolyard, all the other children have gone.
After waiting for hours she can't understand why her mother left her.
In the darkness she sees definition, in the silence she hears someone calling. After nightmares she lies in bed screaming but there's no reaction.
There's no one listening, there's no one now she's gone. And it's not gonna be all right, not for me she's gone
Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek and woke up with Bo Didley? You got so loaded, you thought that she was
the most beutiful gal you every did see. Yeah,Have you ever gone to sleep with Bo Derek and woke up with Bo Didley?
Woke up in morning, to your suprise. A couple melons in tube socks, and buggley eyes. Yeah, Have you ever gone to sleep with
Bo Derek and woke up with Bo Didley?