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I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home,
and though I feel like crying I swear tonight I'll cry no more
How many times have I prayed that I would get lost along the way?
Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The Regulator, swinging pendulum.
Come with me and walk the longest mile.
Is his wallet leather? Is his wallet fat?
For not one year later it's got you lying on your back.

After defying the grip on the hangman's noose
And recovering my cognizance,
Spun the compass North by Northwest
And took Liberty out for a long slow dance.
Took a good look around, what did I see?
A big red tent and people coming in like the tide of the sea.
I ducked in to catch some shade,
Preacher jump up all ablaze.

Ribonucleic acid freak out, the power of prayer.
Long halls of science and all the lunatics committed there.
Robot Lords of Tokyo, SMILE TASTE KITTENS!
Did you not know that the royal hunting grounds are always forbidden?
Are you rolling tape now? Bits and pieces large and small
Sector, vector, eat them all.
It's already in their eyes.
Among the metal ones a messenger will soon arrive.

Air streams tethered together
Like silver sleeping oxen
All the best locations
Are located on the margins

Suited for telescoping
The interstellar scene
It's a mean killer in the daylight

My nasty Yankee mannerisms
Didn't jive with the local traditions
How was I to know she had a jealous husband?
He was the GM of a Tractor Supply
Well acquainted with the guns and knives
Sometimes I swear I have less sense than a bag of hammers

I prayed for courage, I prayed for love

If You Thought It Was Boring In Jordan
Then Come Out Here For A Day
And By The Way, The Name Is Marcus
But If You Like, You Can Call Me Sensei
Well The Emperor Is In The Pig Sty
And The Geisha Is In The Shack
And You Better Believe I'll Hold Them There
Till The Feds, They Pay Me Back

Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street.
Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street.
The assassin, the coward,
shot him in the head.
The assassin, the serpent,
Struck him then he fled.

Oh many many many people, gather to hear the word.

MISTRESS OF ICES, STYGIAN SKATER,
SCRIBING DEVICES, DANCING ON SABERS.
SO VERY RELENTLESS, COUNTING THE SHEEP.
ELECTRICAL FENCES, AMERICANS LEAP.

PARAMORPHEUS, SOMNAMBULATING,
DREAM SCARABAEUS IN CHORUS REFRAINING,
SO VERY RELENTLESS, COUNTING THE SHEEP.

Listen up you stinking maggots, it seems you just don't get it.
Well I've been appointed to inform you, your days are numbered.
You would cry, you would scream
If you knew half the things I see.
Please, please just do as I say,
Repent and leave your evil ways.

Meanwhile....planes drop from the sky,

Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!
Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir.
Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene
While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.

Don`t worry, it`s just stigmata.
Pass me a napkin and don`t you dare tell my mother.

As through a glass darkly you seek yourself,
But the light grows weak while under Yggsdrasil.
A basket of eggs may you count your days.
Though your gut lies filled, only shells remain.
I can tell you've been drinking by the scent of your breath.
Another little sip, a bit deeper in debt.
You can rest your head in your wrinkled hands.
But when you awake, you're in another land.

Drive us by pitchfork to caves by the sea
Atop the mountain, under cities
We are monsters, we are older than men
Yes, we are Gorgons and we will have our revenge

Frighten their children by speaking our name
Epoch and eon, it's always the same
We are monsters, but we will no longer run

Norman the Mormon hears the doorbell ring
But inside they're not answering
Peering through the window, to his surprise
The door flies open, "Come inside"
"I am Jason, the Freemason, what you're selling, I do not need
Mr. Patrick, orthodox Catholic, is more likely in your league"

At that very moment Mr. Softee rings his bells

The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye Captain aye
The guests' seem more than pleased
How is the wine?
We shall be underway on the bye and bye

Ahead one third, ahead two thirds!
Full ahead, flank

Perhaps it's just the way the light falls
But everything looks like a target to me
And I don't know where the gun is
But I'm certain that it's pointed at me
And in the jungle, retched jungle
They say the lion eats tonight
And all around it is a colliseum
Dripping with a voracious appetite

Money Mike, Pistol Pete
both went running down the street.
Police and snitches, lover's lane.
Hot summer. Hot rain.
Hit the bricks.
The girl got her tricks.
She's the Mississippi terror,
and there's none the fairer.

The wolf bay cornered
Bay cornered and bearing his teeth
The wolf was surrounded
Was surrounded by angry sheep
This time no quarter
This time we drink your tears
And I thought to myself
This is my favorite time of year

I may not got a lot of money
But I got self-esteem
And in the golden age of travel
That’s really all you need
I know I’m ugly, honey
But look where I’m coming from
I got a pony down state
And that pony born to run

Every day I wake up we drink a lot of coffee and watch the CNN
Every day I wake up to a bowl of clover honey and let the locusts fly in.
Lobsterbacks attack the town again
Wrap all my things in aluminum
Beams of darkness streak across the sky
Pink rays from the ancient satellite

Every time I look out my window same three dogs looking back at me

Ha ha, ha ha
Uh huh, uh huh
So tell me, when you took the Practice Scholastic Aptitude Test, did you know the answers or did you guess?
You rely on gimmicks to amuse your fans and act all urban to jack up your soundscan
What's the matter with you?
How come you rhyme monosylabically?
Is atrophy shrinking your entire vocabulary?
Your style's like garbage cans meant to be taken out on a weekly basis

"Some say Johannes Trithemius was a magician. Others believe he disguised his science and steganography inside a magical guise as an example of its practical application. Whatever the case, it's good material for rock and roll lyrics."

Child of the city, Mother of the Earth
Baptism by firefly, pinch a parson's purse.
Queen of Cups the Joker's blade is old and dull.
Child of the City
Yet it slices us with the nicest miracles.
Babe in the Wilderness, Father of Creation,

Will you be entertained by beast and knives?
Vital mentalisms will blow your minds!
Cthulu's red headed step child, quite the precocious babe.
We like to keep it on the D.L. because our clientele prefers it that way

The seven legged sow will see to the after-show.
Don't you think the candelabra gives a pleasant glow?

Peace keeping agents from several futures,
they got a warrant out, some judge's letter.
What it is I'm going to do, I haven't done.
They got their probabilities, but I got somethin' much better.

My Rocket 88, fastest in the land.
Crucial, crucial, velocity.
My Rocket 88, fastest in the land.

Cyborg Bette
You're as cold
You're as cold as ice
Cyborg Bette
You never treat me
You never treat me right

Superior programming

Well, all right.

There are women in Cypress Grove
And if they catch you, you don't go home
So get to booking and don't look back
A one way ticket on a two way track

Now tell me

If knee-deep in cat nip
At the old icebox
I recommend you whistle
And give the box three knocks
Should you be so lucky
To hear whisperin'
It is an invitation
For you to leap in

What's this about limits?
Sorry, I don't know none.
What's this about some DB limit?
Sorry, I can't hear none.

You can take a little cruise down the river of booze,
Act all poor and defeated.
Shout to the mountain some boo-hoo blues,

Well you made me weep
And you made me moan
When you caused me to leave child
My happy home
But someday baby
You ain’t worry my life anymore

I get satisfaction

If it would disappear
If it would disappear

That which does not kill
You makes you stronger

Take a big bite of my sweet addiction
Get a little closer to this sick affliction

Outside of Needles I nearly lost my mind
I pulled over on the shoulder
Yeah, and I was there for some time
A young thing came walking
From out behind the trees
She gave me consolations
And this is what she said to me
"Firebirds, energy weapons

What kind of ugly are they talking about?
It's just straight up cold evil.
What kind of nonsense are they going on about?
Do they suffer from the fever?
Nothing's gonna satisfy them
Till it all goes Chernobyl
No, nothing's ever really gonna satisfy them
Until the virus goes mobile.

The leather soles go shuffling in,
Stinking of smoke and ten cent gin.
Now who will toast our noble host that has this morning given up the ghost?

The wooden coffer hand to hand.
Kind words are offered, silent prayers.
But she is satisfied the most while stabbing madly at the roast.

Swan boats in daisy chains
Can't seem to recall
My true given name
I see my footprints
How they come, how they go
Was that yesterday?
Or only a moment ago?

I’m going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road.
I’m going down that gravel. Gonna take the right hand road.
And I ain’t stopping till my baby’s home.

That girl I’m loving got great long curly hair.
That girl I’m loving got great long curly hair.
But her mother and her father sure don’t want me there.

Organ grinder's henchmen,
Shaking their coins in time -
"Guild of Mute Assassins
Will convene at a quarter to nine."
Behind the court house,
Atop a scaffold,
Stands a man with a bag for a face -
"You will not have learned,

Ain't no doubt Jesus sees us
Acting foolishly on American Band Stand
Agog with spastic baskets, the latest fashions
Here I am, here I am, here I am

But that chin music sound, oh, how it drowns
Gotta shake 'em on down
Scaling up the heights of folly

Dinosaurs, dinosaurs
Ain't around anymore
Big ol' stone, big ol' stone
Made the sky full of smoke
These are the things I saw
When I stared into the crystal ball
Tyrannosaurs, tyrannosaurs
They came crashing down and moaned aloud

Oh, I Seen Him Walkin'
On Down That Road
He Got A Broken Push Cart
With A Heavy Load
Oh, Lord Have Mercy
Upon My Wicked Soul
Ah, He Looked Right At Me
With His Eyes Of Coal

Are you cool?
Well I'm cool
Is everybody cool?
Well let's get hot
Grass roots
All across this great nation
And I am truly humbled
And gratefully accept the nomination

Like Marlon Brando, but bigger.
You'll find that creature
At the bottom of the deep down
Susquehanna river.

This one I had stood right on up to me,
Tore out his hook and declared himself a prodigy.
This one I had it looked bright like a sun

Who's the man who stole fire for the people?
Who causes trembling in the bones of evil?
Who carved a mountain into a cathedral?
I am immortal
Half-blind and spitting straight into the wind
Down, down
Trying to drag me down
It's all right

Justification, the means are the end
Doctrine and dogma, I will not relent
This world a garden in need of such weeding
This world a minefield in need of such sweeping
Impetus
This ministration without full consent
Fire and brimstone, I will not relent
Just as all good things must come to an end

Heard you got detention three times this week
Playing with the bad kids down by the creek
When I was your age, oh I did the same
I'll save you some trouble, boy, and try to explain
Defcon! Tractor beams!
Weaponized Funk
In walks Barbarella, set to stun
Defcon! Tractor beams!

WE MARCH INTO THE CITY WOUNDED BUT SOUND
SHOWERED BY THE PRAISES FROM THE UNCLEAN CROWDS
INSIDE THE THRONE ROOM WE FEEL SO AT EASE
IT'S AS GOD INTENDED AND I'M SURE HE'D AGREE

WE ARE VICTORIOUS WE ARE YOUNG
WITH ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD TO REGRET WHAT WE'VE DONE
LIKE ADAM AND EVE IN SPRINGTIME BEFORE THE FALL

Did you not grant quarter to the daemon, giving treatment to its wounds?
And would you not consider it unnatural to be born outside the womb?
We eagerly await your response and your best defense.

La curandera is the young girl
In a linen dress of white.
She dances on black sand in the night

Above there is no ending
For the Vodka spinning Mir
All that is is passing
And now is never here
So keep on raging
You frenzied pioneers

No time for the wringing of hands

I'm gonna move to the outskirts of town
Where none of your friends are hanging around
That's right, I'm gonna move to the other side of town
Where none of your business is hanging around

Woman, please let a poor man be
Let a poor man be
Columbia girl, please let a poor man be

There's no wisdom I may give
Only my apologies
If an answer you must have
There is a cave by the sea
You'll find the rey Methuselah
As wind-swept as the trees
Should you approach them there
I advise you do so gingerly

JAUNDICED YELLOW LIGHT IS FLASHING
HANGING ABOVE CHURCH AND MAIN
ON THE WIND HER PERFUME LINGERS
LIKEWISE HER CHRISTIAN NAME
FIELDS OF NIGHT HANG CLOSE ABOVE HER
THE FAMILY LIE IN A DREAMLESS SLEEP
FROST GROWS ON THE WINDOWPANES
AND THE WIND SPINS CIRCLES IN THE EMPTY STREET

Silver women on the OMNI magazine
They got the future precisely laid out as I need.
That Lux Aeterna sound is so frightening.
Holding hands with Lucifer is never that enlightening.
So fire it up, fire it up,fire it up and the flesh be damned.
Fire it up, fire it up, fire it up yeah that's the ticket now kick out the jams.

Engineer the future now. Damn tommorow, future now!

In a city of crooked alleys,
Crookeder women and wicked men.
Dim lamps in the rumor mill
Suspicious kith and unkind kin
Haruspectre General
Sleeping soldiers in the field
Below the elders conspire

Every last blind pulled when I walk down the street.
The only sound I hear is my tired heartbeat.
Sometimes I feel just like a motherless child.

This place once had a name. The people once had faces.
In every town I find it’s the same sad situation.
Sometimes I feel just like a countryless man.

TO CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN IS NO EASY TASK
BUT IT'S SO MUCH HARDER COMING DOWN
ALL THE TORCHES OF THE PARTY HAVE ALL GONE DARK
HUNGRY MOUTHS SURROUND

THERE'S NO GOLD BENEATH THE BEAST
JUST A MOUNTAIN OF BONE
THE WIND AND THE RAIN ARE THE LONE COURTIERS

Phantoms of the second civil war
You gather them around
And every time you open up your mouth,
A loud of horseshit comes flying right back out
Flying right back out

Mr. Freedom big time talker-upper, thank you very much but no
Mr. Freedom big time talker-upper, thank you very much but no

"Some people don't like politics in their songs. I
don't either. But some
Characters loom so large in our lives that they are
fair game to be used as
Fodder for creating fictions. Both Bryan and Eric
strong-armed themselves
Onto tape yet again."

Went To The Five And Dime,
Bought Myself A Copy Of Time,
And On The Cover Was A Woman That I Knew
When I Was Excavating In The Mountains Of Peru.
I Caught A Plane To L.I.A.
I Didn't Know What I Would Say.
Maybe She Would Like Me, I Had Lost A Lot Of Weight
Since She Had Last Seen Me In 1988.

I know we came here to get our good times on,
Hold the whole world in our hand and greet the dawn with open arms.
So make a contribution if you have been amused
But before we depart my brothers and sisters I have some heavy news.

Oh how it breaks my heart this photograph.
Several in the ministry practice a fuzzy math.
And some of us wear the robes of the righteous

Thank you for taking time out of your day
Your responses will allow us to serve you in a better way
Did you not take into account I'm an uncivilized man?
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll
Unapologetic lifer for Rock and Roll
Ten words or less, can you describe yourself?
Your religion, your politics, your general health?
Did you not take into account I'm a noble savage?

I WAS ACCUSED OF WITCHCRAFT
ABOARD THE MAYFLOWER SHIP
THEY THREW ME OVERBOARD
TEN STONE OF BALLAST CHAINED TO MY LEGS

NO STARS ABOVE TO GUIDE ME
NO SUNRISE SHALL I SEE AGAIN
CAST ADRIFT ON A SEA OF SANGRE

Ratted out in hades
Forced to return
To rockville
With nothing but a rucksack
Hard lesson learned

Foul council of leeches
Want silence and Bedlam

I been working, one eye dollar, by and by, Lord, by and by.
I got the plans to the Oval office, by and by, Lord, by and by.
In the inner chambers of the president
You will find no crosses only pentagrams.
1600, all the way! That’s right brother, all the way!
1600, today’s our day!
I been working, one eye dollar, by and by, Lord, by and by.
I got the plans in my front pocket, by and by, Lord, by and by.

I been working, one eye dollar
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye
I been working, one eye dollar
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye

I got the plans to the Oval Office
Bye and bye, Lord, bye and bye
I got the plans in my front pocket

WON'T YOU OPEN UP THE BORDER
TO RIVERS RUNNING GREEN?
I HAVE KILO LOADS OF PLASTIC
TO TRADE FOR PUMPKIN SEEDS.

I KNOW FOLKS IN WICHITA AS WELL AS SANTA FE,
ALL VETERANS OF THE TRADE.

"In the early 1980s' my family lived in a typically terrible pre-planned suburban development called Montgomery Village. Our house bordered a historical town called Prathertown. Prathertown was a free town and I went to school with some Prathers. In the back end of Prathertown there was a lady who lived in a dilapidated home. She had cut outs of wild boars with bloody tusks on her roof, two impossibly colossal rocking chairs, and a collection of saints in her front yard. It was the house we all walked by a bit quicker."

I met a lady down in Prathertown, two rocking chairs.
She said take a seat boy and I'll treat you fair.
Snake charmers cold infidels, get a running start.
Pick up the pieces in the graveyard and unbury my heart.
The wolf howls at midnight, the rooster at the dawn

Went out the back of Halifax
All the way to Virginia, Fairfax
It wasn't weird enough
So I went west to Oregon

All I, All I wonder
While I run
Is what's, is what's

They close the curtain
To hide from the dawn
The Rock-Ola's fire
Burns on and on

Have no fear the dark of night
She walks before us, our lady of electric lights

My father was Black, my mother was Decker
Believe me my friend, it doesn't get any better
Than rack and pinion reasoning, add a little seasoning
Cook at ninety eight point six degrees
Let me be the bull, and you be the pen
Such an easy way to glorify sin
If I am a horse, you're a Venus in spurs
Everything I have is yours, so take it

Down went from Pigtown, wrecks in the yard
Scream out the song just finish the job
Telephone poles slowly weep in the pitch
The butcher's brow sweat runs back down the ditch

A great place to visit, a better place to leave
False poison sumac, lies on the heave
Weather veins beat over the motoring of shutters

Diplomatically, emphatically deny
any prior knowledge shape or kind.
You don’t know nothing about a Russian hooker.
Some bloke broke in and straight up took her.
Western European journalists, devious little monkeys,
They’re bloody relentless.
Call the consulate, and burn the evidence,
Don’t speak another word, just burn the evidence.

Born with a moustache and a supernova, tossed off the cliffs of Dover.
Washed up on a far away shore in the arms of the daughter of the Buffalo.
Mamma said he was the chosen one. Reverend said he was the other one.
All that pay no mind inside his Econoline.

Swallower of Planets, the profits of doom.
Quarterly projections, the profits of doom.

Oh but to just dance on steel, the sky Pulaski way
By the fires of Elizabeth, never cease to amaze
So hats off to the industry's casualties , tra loo tray lay

Oh that swamp full of grabbing hands
Pull you under New Amsterdam
Chinese boxes hold their secrets well
How many are there one can never tell

I walk wherever the weather provides
'Cause everybody needs some time outside
Gimme no lip, I'll tell you no lies

Hands down the illest ventriloquist
This side of the Mississippi River
That's right operator, smoother than faders
On an automated soundboard

Went to the doctor, to see what could be given.
He said, "Sorry, but you've got to do your own livin'."
Went to the pastor, to hear what he would say.
He said, "Sorry, son, come back later some time after judgment day."
There is no safe way out of here. No passage below the dungeon.
No mother ship will save you. So goes the rapture of Riddley Walker.
Churchyard was empty, schoolyard was bare.
Wind in the streets, wind in the air.

Pan-amoebic algebra, breed bizarre bacteria, what to do, oh what to do

Africanized killer bees, alabastar dieties, milk from spoons, sip milk from spoons

Within the ruins against the firth

The salamander has given birth

I see that lantern trimmed low burning in our home.
And though I feel like crying, I swear tonight, Ill cry no more.

How many times have I prayed
That I would get lost along the way?

Dream with the feathers of angels stuffed beneath your head.
The regulators swinging pendulum.

You look so good while you're riding
On your pterodactyl
Storming castles with abandon
And rainbows by fistfuls
Now lets go dancing madly backwards
While on a sea of air
Everyone I hear is saying
Captain Beyond will be there

In the north they call us rebels
In the south they call us yankees
Because every other sucker's born
To do the hokey pokey
With the skillet lickin' time keepers
The grinnin' reapers of a missionary rock star

Now you can rock it like Sir Sisyphus

How many more times, you gonna cut me in two?
How many more times, you gonna grind me like you do?
I got a real bad feeling
They’re singing in the barn
I got a real, real bad feeling
And I fear the break of dawn

How many more times are you going to do me for?

Tin shacks and catfish bones
have been about all I've ever known.
The junebugs rattle and roll
around the old maypole.
Thunder and lightning,
the catfish are biting,
I took a riverboat downstream.
I think you know what I mean.

I Ain't Joking When I'm Telling You That While In The Yakima Digging Up Them Thunderegg Stones.
Well, We Cracked Them Wide Open, The Mountain Started Smoking And The Sky Turned The Color Of A Crow.

Fires In The Northlands,
Floods To The South.
Put The Pedal To The Metal,
And Let It All Hang Out.
Fires In The Northlands,

I send pictures through the mail
Well documented and very detailed
To politicians and big celebrities,
But none of them are believing in me
And I await their response
Some send none, most send cops
But man it's a dire situation
And I will risk the public humiliation

One unworthy worker's version on the verge of vernacular
Enter a sour house to do battle with spectacular draculas
Lick tall walls to find them all sweeter than a cane
Pour the quick elixir in your wounds to ease the pain
Oh
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz
Ooo, smoke banshee's honey bee sting buzz
Ooo, plum been running, buck a doz

It was the morning of All Saint's Day, '98
When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard
Wouldn't have bothered me so much
Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars

Recite my lineage and genealogy
You've got to know your history, son of Virginia
Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner

Dodge Swinger 1973
Galaxie 5-0-0
All the way star’s green, gotta go
Dodge Swinger 1973, top down, chassis low
Panel dim, planets align
A king is born
T-minus whenever I feel like
Galaxie 5-0-0

When I die you can cut me up and take all that you please,
But pity the poor dumb fool who gets my bleeding spleen.
Corn pone, I born tomorrow, my bone marrow protein filled
Scotch whiskey Men of Tain have come to split your skills.

Hey, hey
I got your heaven, I got your burning hell, I got it all right here.

Struck down by a vision of beauty
Said I was struck down by a long legged archer
Oh the city was hot, but my blood ran cold
Oh, the city went dark, keep calm and carry on.
I was a young man, only 19 years old.
I was a young man so very far away from home.

Ah she got me, struck down, right through the heart, struck down.

Back again with a quickness, pick it up, pick it up.
Master arithmeticness, light it up, light it up.
I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands.
Come back with slickness and do it all again.

My subtle hustle, smooth as mother's butter.
I let it ride on, I let it ride on.

Every time I set to write
Lyricals on the women
I always seem to end up
The victim of some terrible ass kicking

So now I'm telling myself
Friend why you got the obsession?
Here it is now people

So You Say You Want To Go To Heaven,
Well I Got The Plans.
It Walks Like The Sasquatch
And It Breeds Like Kubla Khan.

In Original Dialect,
It's Really Quite Cryptical.
There Are Many Copies Around,

Could've been a swan on a glassy lake.
Could've been a gull in a clipper's wake.
Could've been a ladybug on a windchime,
but she was born a dragonfly.
In the sun she warmed her wings
and listened to the cicadas sing.
"The trees are all bending
in one direction

I'll keep pulling on the towpath,
You keep floating on the river,
Yeah, until the day is done.
Keep on keeping on the low road,
Chesapeake and Ohio,
Because on the higher ground you will find

Elephant Riders to the

They arrive on a sunny day
Offering the residents a better way
Before you know it you're in line and chanting refrain
They reel you in and then they turn you out

First they tell ya you're gonna lose your soul
And then they tell ya find another home
And then ya take a good look around

First we get some surgery,
Lose the kids then our identities.
But one thing I know for a fact,
Moustache stays right where it's at.
REO Speedwagon, Kansas to Boston.
My ankle bracelet, already gone and lost it.
Them yellow jackets keep the tired man from slacking.

Please allow me to adjust my pants
So that I may dance the good time dance
And put the onlookers and innocent bystanders into a trance

Give disease so the swine who marry and propagate lies.
Tough luck for elected officials. The beast you see got fifty eyes.
Bring it on home, spread the wealth. Play it cool, the hand's been dealt.
Now, all the odds are in our favor. Save the victory speeches for later.

Свет лучины едва теплится в
Hашем доме
И хотя я плачу, клянусь, с сегодняшнего дня больше не пророню ни слезы

Сколько раз я молил о том,
Чтобы не дойти до дома?

Мечтаю перьями ангелов набить

You wanna know my political persuasion?
Well, sugar, I howl at the moon
At the moon - can you dig it?

Would you like some more information?
There´s a buzzkiller in the room
In the room - can you dig it?

MET MY GIRL ON A DINNER DATE
UPTOWN MOVIE NOT BACK TOO LATE
BUT SAXOPHONES AND COCKTAILS HAD OTHER PLANS

BY ROLAND KIRK'S THREE GOLDEN HORNS
SOL INVICTUS THRICE REBORN
NOW I SEE THE TRUTH
JAZZ MUSIC CORRUPTS OUR YOUTH

The burden of a time lord is there's never any time.
Too much of eternity and nowhere to unwind.
Hobgoblins and morrismen fighting in the streets.
Hot continuum breakdown give them lightning!

Waiting on the corner for the Swiss guard to arrive...to arrive.
And when they do we'll battle them and rattle them.
Halberd versus mind versus mind.

Well I crashed a Cadillac through the Gates Of Hell
And returned with a Fist Full Of Dollars
And Evel Knievel, like Virgil
Was a gentleman as well as a scholar
I fly like a Retro-glide buckshot
And you know I hang like a hex on a barn
Grind the guardrail like a nail on a file
Above and beyond the hole nine yards

How’s that hardcore fanzine? Still take the piss?
Y and T got records, demos on cassette.
Summer of the seven inch. Too cool for school.
Manifestos at Kinko’s, pinko commies play no fools.
I feel the spirit moving over me.
There are clouds beneath my feet.
When vegans attack on ten speed bikes.
Tattoos with meaning, American Spirit Lights.

Only the dirt I do believe.
As memory vanishes among the leaves.
Wizard of tickets is always glad to charge a pilgrim’s fare.
Jubilee’s generally early. Let’s take the country air.
Mistreating granite, limestone, and clay. It’s a shameful soil.
But all grows well on the floodplain tract if you can afford the toil.
Cradled in ivy, we will allow
the moss to prosper upon our brows.

Blackjack booted demons

Have surrounded my home

Got dogs and 'copters

and keep ringing my phone

For Thanksgiving we had 'tatas,
succotash and rudebagas.
Then came turkey from the oven.
Broke the wishbone.
Covenants were sealed and set.
On the losing end of a wishbone,
and I won't pretend not to mind.
On the losing end of a wishbone,

I'll March No Longer
I'll Fight No More
You Can Send Out All The Track Snivelers,
But I'm Done With War.

Wind Him Up, Bring Him Back
Conscript, Deserter.
The Worm Drink Is Loose.

First thing that I did, was buy a pack of smokes,
check in to a motel and consult my horoscope.
Sitting on the bed, with a briefcase in my hands,
patiently awaiting any word from my command

Telekinetic, dynamite
Psychic warfare is real
You better believe me brother

I make my move when the tower guards are changing
Camouflage and evasion
One minute later I'm back in your paddy wagon
and receiving Re-education!

Throw me in cuffs
No chance of parole
Back in the house