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From the land of advertisements,
Appliances and science,
Corporation giants,
Television violence, ahh.

Ahh..

To the land of entertainment,

Ugh

Nine little bullets sitting in the clip
The gun goes click, the gun goes click
Seven little bullets sitting in the clip
And one won’t miss, the gun goes click

The TV act like they know me

It was absolute torture
We'd read The New Yorker
And fight over what kind of take-out to order
Places we had never seen
Mountain tops and evergreen
And every day got just a little bit shorter

Well, the TV made a promise

People often ask me
“God Forbid' they say,
“You're quite the ladies man,
what's your secret?'

Well,
You too can be swimmin' in women
Afloat in seas of ovaries

Lord, let's send down some angels
And they better have guns
Cause everybody's crazy down here
On everybody's drugs

Casinos, Floor glows, stock shows
Where white trash goes to die
Hos push carts

Now I'm the king of the swingers
The jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a man, mancub
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other men
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

When you're alone
Who comes around
To pick you up
When you are down?
So when you're outside looking in
Who's there to open the door?
That's what friends are for.

Hey papi, hey ese, hey white boy
Tell me what you need
What's good? Talk to me, worth with me, man
I got everything

Am I speeding up, or slowing down?
On the ground, rolling 'round
Arrest me, I could use the food

[My place is wrong]
[This is the fist place...]

{So that was it, it was over. He shuffled down the stairs dazed in a half sleepwalk. Out amongst the churches and wharves, television shows, alcohol and drugs. With a box full of his things, a man fired from his life.
He had gotten lost, forgetting which way he was going, from where he had come. The drinks with the boys would remind him of who he was. They'd be there, they were always there; perched at the dark end of the bar.}

Hup two three four
Keep it up two three four
Hup two three four
Keep it up two three four

Ho, the aim of our patrol
Is a question rather droll
For to march and drill

Up all day, a-thinkin' like crazy
I can't get sleep, I'm tired of waiting
Along come a bus with a bunk fulla babies
It pulled away, and nobody's waving

C'mon pretty lady, put a bullet in my heart
Lay me on the streets and let the fiends rip me apart

Tommy stutters comically
When he says a lot of things,
Mommy does the shopping,
Daddy's digging through the laundry bins,
He likes to try on mommy's things
With his hair up in her bobby pins
The neighbors very neighborly
Occasionally taking peeks at his neice while she takes a pee

Malory used to wear flowery clothes
Hobnobbin' with the snobs at the gallery shows
Now, I know what you doing when you powder your nose
I could've done something looking back I suppose

Here comes Jimmy, way too skinny
Down one-forty from about two-fifty
Hanging out on the wrong side of the city

Hangin' on the wall,
Draggin' on the floor
Outside of West Central Park
Right where Lennon was shot

Taggin' on the wall,
Hangin' on the floor
Gut twisted up in a knot

Uh, four score and seven beers ago, uh huh

Uh, sittin' on the front stoop, wonderin' what we gon' do?
What the world come to, who you gonna run to?
Another year older, and deeper in debt
I'm gonna rob the Prez-O-Dent, uh
You pay those bills and you get that rent
I'm gonna rob the Prez-O-Dent, ah

Pressed against the ceilin'
Swayin' side to side
Move under or around me
You can't fit into my life
Shoulders bump the buildin's
Knock the passers-by
Move over or around me
'Cause there ain't no room inside

Wolves will eat the world
Leave nothing but the bone
The flesh will grow back
The people will go
Enter golden sun
Opening flowers
Drinking from ponds
Hanging around

Trust in me
Just in me
Shut your eyes
And trust in me

You can sleep
Safe and sound
Knowing I

They call me lonely,
They say I'm blue,
'Cause I go crazy when I'm not with you.

If it's a curse, then make it hurt.
Come on and curse me.
I'll go to work with all the jerks
And wake up early,

Ehh!
Lucy's a goth chick
Spit in the face of a jock at the mosh pit
Then the kid lost it
Saw her at the mall at the local Hot Topic
Her boyfriend was picking out a new chain wallet
Lucy's all talk
She really ain't got no heart for a fight

Her face had a run in with a fist
Or a steerin' wheel
You could hear her coming from the click
Of her plastic heel
In signs of life
And you're just standing here
Behind your eyes
There's no one anywhere