Ain't My Lookout
Covered With Flies
( sung by dave )
Naked on the inside
Naked on the inside
Naked on the inside
Naked on the inside
This one's for the ladies
who wish my demise
beneath my umbrella
I'm covered with flies
theses stiff little fingers
they're tearing out my spine
and this cold coffee culture
Naked on the inside
Naked on the inside
Naked on the inside
Naked on the inside
This impossible abandon
of outer space and time
they are all fused against me
and covered with flies
from Bangkok to Kelo
from bank stock six zeros
these flies are actual sizes
I'm covered with flies
I'm covered with flies
I'm covered with flies
I'm covered with flies
Parting Shot
( sung by scott )
A parting shot for now
a left across the chin
I'll meet you at the table
to find out what you are made of
when you make up your mind
to stay out of trouble
a drunken toast to shame
left out out in the rain
we'll meet you at the corner
we'll find out what your made of
when you make up you're mind
thats good
thats good
thats good
thats good
a calling card from Spain
a Latin wink and shoulder
I'll meet you at the corner
I'll find out what your made of
to make up your mind
to wake up
now I lay
me down to sleep
I pray the lord
my soul to keep
if I should die
before I wake
pray the lord
soul don't take
thats good
thats good
thats good
thats good
thats good
thats good
thats good
thats good
Mysterious Friends
( sung by dave )
After the last remarks were made
sat around scratching my head
After her Go Go days were spent
she sat around SoHo drinking
she sat around SoHo drinking
Here comes the concrete shoes
there goes the only clues
now no one knows the horrible truth
Mysterious friend of mine
Sweet walking late one night
fell down a hole and died
mysterious friends of mine
I know, I know, I know
sometimes the numbers just don't add up
After the last remarks were made
sat around SoHo drinking
'til it got kinda late
'til it got kinda late
'til it got kinda late
'til it got kinda late
Jimmy brought a bad concussion from his past
Shelly had the same thing tattooed on her ass
Together they made heads turn their way
those two were surely blessed
Oh to be, the state of the art
of Boho/alt
nobody loves you, better than yourself
Born to be the sunshine on your ass
born to be the way the sky, makes the stars go black
I once mistook you for a gas
until you left me with your ?past?
oh, to be, the state of the art
of Boho/Alt
Jimmy brought a bad concussion from his past
Shelly had the same thing tattooed on her ass
together they made heads turn their way
these two were surely blessed
oh to be, the state of the art
of Boho/alt
nobody loves you, better love yourself
Oh, to be the sunshine on your ass
oh, to be the way the sky go out
And all your eyes start pretty notes
did you mean what you said
was it spite out of malice
with your golden chalice
you poured over your head
and I can't make you happy
no, I can't make you sad
you pick your bones and you
burn out your homes and you
put me just where I am
and you close your eyes and have justice
and you open your mouth and have truth
but that all means nothing
because who are you bluffing
your eyes . . .
and all your sad song
when its on my head
you're a thief, mind your manners
cause your golden hammer
falls over your head
yes it falls over your head
all alone,
I can count the numbers adding up
twice in one day. . .
I should be careful
now I know. . .
sometimes it turns out wrong
do I have to spell it out like curse words
P-L-E-A-S-E-D-O-N-T leave
P-L-E-A-S-E-D-O-N-T leave
twice in one week
really, something should be done
you've been gone for so long
seesaw, chain saw, I think. . .
I drink
too much
I think too much
I drink too much
I think too much
I drink too much
go ahead, make my day, shift
go ahead, make my day, shift
I can tell you do it well, so you say
I can tell you do it well, so you say
I can tell you're not telling the truth
(repeat)
Last Man Alive
Ear to the ground
guess what I found
waiting, for the last man alive
A message unearthed
the sound of a hearse
racing down the acid wash pine
Well, I swear,
I probably captured
the debut of the centuries end
carved into time
of waiting, for the last man alive
Haberdasher suits
storm trooper boots
those guys, slip the Mickey down our throats
wake up to find
you're one of a kind
maybe, the last man alive
As for me,
well, of course I'm enraptured
by the lilting sounds of Color Blind James
left for all time
waiting, for the last man alive
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Waiting for the
Message afloat
looks like a note
written by the last man alive
Abysmally yours,
life on the moors
sounds like a tough knot to tie
As for me,
well yes, I'm still enraptured by the lilting sounds of Color Blind James
left for all time
waiting for the last man alive
waiting for the
waiting for the
waiting for the
(repeat)
My Apology
( sung by dave )
It's good to get to finally get to know you better
I'm sorry I lost. . .something
yeah, I've had a bottle. . . to drink
'cause there's a hole in my vest pocket, babe
it took me years, (shoulda written this down)
are you in your bed
with your needle and thread
you couldn't sew up that hole anyway
'til the U.S. Army crashed in to me
'til the U.S. Army crashed in to me
My apologies for, you know, whatever
you see, I'm learning to control myself better
but sometimes things go wrong
and sometimes things go wrong
I lay wasting and wallowing
a casualty of haunting you
chemistry of all things that react with me
The U.S. Army crashed in to me
tell me your a star star fucker
with eyes full of gold
I walk in the straight life again
tell me your a star a star fucker
with eyes full of gold
like the universe
I stay out by my window
let yourself follow fate
fate has only one thing in mind
let yourself follow fate
fate has only one thing in mind
let yourself follow fate
fate has only one thing in mind
let yourself follow fate
fate has only one thing in mind
Tell me your a star
Tell me your a star
Tell me your a star
here come. .
. . gonna be alone now now
yeah baby, just one night
yeah baby, just one time
tell me your a star star fucker
eyes full of gold
I walk through the straight life again
tell me your a star
with eyes full of gold
like the universe
let yourself follow fate
fate has only one thing in mind
let yourself follow fate
fate has only one thing in mind
let yourself follow fate
fate has only one thing in mind
fate has only one thing in mind
fate has only one thing in mind
fate has only one thing in mind
She's got a
a book of fire
in her right front pocket
with the things she wants
to burn away today
She's got a name for it
but she's not saying nothing
only something like
I forget I forget I forget
Hot sparks waiting for no one
she got
Hot sparks waiting for no one
she got
Hot sparks waiting for no one
she got
Hot sparks waiting for no one
she got
Songs in her eyes
pretty baby cries
songs in her eyes don't know
She's got hot sparks waiting for no one
She's got a fire made of
rocks and stones
dinosaur bones
give it all,
give it all away she said
she's got a pocket full of
Hot sparks waiting for no one
Hot sparks waiting for no one
Hot sparks waiting for no one
She got hot sparks waiting for no one
Hot sparks waiting for no one
Hot sparks waiting for no one
Sycamore bend
blood letting stone
spiral it carries me,
far from my home
Ghost magic stirs
watching the seed
tear from the earth
gathering strength
Black showers pour
towards you I spin
gather the two of us
know I'm done in
'get about Jesus
he's swept from my bowels
I know that she's in me now
'get about Jesus
he's swept from my bowels
I know that she's in me now
Sheet metal soul
armed to the teeth
hammer the truth
into deceit
Your silhouette looms
a kiss and embrace
the lure of your chemical
it's more than I can taste
Woe to the angels
they fall at my feet
I am your victim
spread your disease
'get about Jesus
he's swept from my bowels
I know that she's in me now
'get about Jesus
he's swept from my bowels
I know that she's in me now
Radio City Suicide
( sung by dave )
Summer of the 1950's
??from troubelo north??
you see, out of style and never made it
they kept selling me short
Now that I'm a sole survivor
I've got a rubber soul now
I was passed by less and I was a constant force
radio city
radio city
who pulled the splinters from my side
radio city
radio city
Who cut the curtain down to size
radio suicide
radio suicide
radio suicide
radio suicide
how come this fantasy keeps going from better to worse
big stars burn the brightest
when you don't notice them at first
Yeah well, if less far less of you were constant force
radio city
radio city
who pulled the splinters from my side
radio city
who tore the curtain down besides
radio city suicide
radio city suicide
radio city suicide
radio city suicide
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