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Hate
(sung by scott )
I hate my Hair
I hate my clothes
I hate my eyes
I hate my cloves (??)
I hate my school
I hate my job
I hate me,
I'm such a goddamn slob
I hate my new car
I hate my bike
I hate everything,
even what I like
I hate to eat
I hate to drink
I hate to know
I hate to think
I hate my dope
I hate my pills
I hate my beer
I hate my bills
I hate my shoes
I hate my feet
I hate my house
I hate my street
I hate my mom
I hate my dad
I hate the good
I hate the bad
I hate to laugh
I hate to cry
I hate to live
I hate to die
but other than that I can't complain
Saw your name on a billboard
tattooed purple across my chest
next to string around my finger
to remind to forget
Caught you in my cookie jar
I hope you know what I mean
Sold my soul for a rifle
gonna blow my blues away
lost my heart in a gamble
was a chance I had to fake
Got you in my killing jar
I hope you know what I mean
Ring around the rosies
pocket full of posies
ashes ashes
we all fall down
Got you in my killing jar
I hope you can forgive me
She's the soul I feed on
through my vein she pounds
she's my understanding
beneath her weight I drown
??? it's so hard to move away
She's so deep inside me
mumble mumble hiss hiss
She's the soul I feed on
through my vein she pounds
she's my understanding
through my veins
She's the soul I feed on
through my vein she pounds
she's my understanding
beneath her weight I drown
There's a story tucked inside your soul
I want it
the ? you stole from me
I want it
living in a trailer park
the winds begin to howl
took the scarf from around my neck
I want it
baby, I want it
yeah, I want it
baby, I'm. . .
so fucked up
no denying
Just like tears I'm crying
don't try to tell me about it
no one knows my passion
so lost
so lost, that's my way
yeah, thats my soul
and baby, I want it
I want it
so fucked up
no denying
Just my tears I'm crying
don't tell me about it
no one knows my passion
so lost
so lost thats my way
stick man listening
? hollow
believes his karma
I swallow
?? is burning
?sweat is? dripping
watch the junkyard
tripping
I'm tripping
I'm tripping
stick man listening
?bored/born again? and hollow
beleives this karma
I swallow
I swallow
I swallow
I swallow
I swallow
Change my luck,
everyday to make my life, that didn't work
got struck
by a runaway garbage truck
I'm so-called , middleclass
I got no troubles, no revolution, no class struggle
sometimes you need a wreck
to get you started
Cut Straight
Dig Slow
Shovel It
Change my soul to a tree trunk
and cut it up
haul it down to the sawmill
trim me up
I'd make a nice bedroom set
but I'd rather get ripped
Cut straight
Dig slow
shovel it
shovel it
I'm alright
yes, I'm alright
and I get my head turned on,
and get my head torn off
and I get my head torn off
and I get my head torn off
and I get my head torn off
and I get my head torn off
cut straight
dig slow
shovel it
shovel it
shovel it
I'm listening through wires
to a crush velvet groove
we stand like two statues
with our arms to are chest
waiting for it
I'm building a strong fire
can't seem to put out
we walk through the desert
with our arms folded close,
praying for snow
I might
dissolve into
your eyes
instead
I make lies
come follow me
we stand like two statues
with our arms to are chest
waiting for it
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
Meanwhile
I've been here, almost 10,000 days
for me it don't seem like that long
you can get lost in the city
you can get lost in the breeze
You can get choked up on your own song
Spent the night in jail
you know they took my cigarettes
pushed my face down in the dark
quit my searchin'
I lost it in the reign
the craving ends and addiction starts
Who's your master
who's your god
who's your devil, whose your slave
I'm your island
your reflection
ain't it just as you dream
ride in silence
10,000 miles and back
don't know what I'm drivin' for
the radio's dead
now it's your turn
ain't gonna come this way no more
crying so loud
the bridge is about to break ?I may not be? thinking what I should
You know you can try if you want to
Seems to make no difference now
You know you can live if you want to
Dying's nothing anyhow
Dyng's nothing anyhow
Love Explosion
( sung by dave )
Two tons of slippery flesh
16 left to rot
her flower opened wide to hold me
I watch the sun come up
never to set again
Its such a good thing
She gives me shelter in her window pane
and photographs me disappearing
we boxed our shadows like to gay fresco bums
she gonna save me
found religion in a paisley motor home
all my friends strip naked for. . .
The Love Explosion 1979
she can't breathe, she says she don't need me in her club again
she don't intend to wake me up and sew it all back again
she fills me, she fills me up like nothing I've ever known
it must be Tuesday
Suspicious, like someone that I phone
come back to haunt me for
The Love Explosion 1971
Squeeze the eggs from a hen
Too much cackle, too soon
Caught 'zerkin' again
I'm dooped, its hard to prove
I'm drippin' wet again
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